What May Means to me by Jill Biddle Obby Oss 1996
A poem written by Jill Biddle with scans of the original photos by Terry Harry of Padstow’s Obby Oss. Hopefully it will remind everyone of
A poem written by Jill Biddle with scans of the original photos by Terry Harry of Padstow’s Obby Oss. Hopefully it will remind everyone of
A poem by Ruth Tremayne Netter a Quintrell Downs’ “Maid”, as presented at the Toronto Cornish Association meeting of May 2012.There is a huge coincidence
Cornish Trawlers by Mark Snell Why do the Cornish beamers Spend so much time at sea? Hardly setting foot in port these days To see
Alongside many an ancient trackway Linking farm and hamlet, village and town Through all the length and breadth of Cornwall You can find them still
Twuz cauld und raw und dimmitty Tha night Jaw `Awke cum round. We wuz scriffun round tha awld slab Twuddun night fun `orse nor `ound.
A large block of granite, hollow on one side, lying on the banks of the River Fal for centuries was said to have been St.
Cornwall is a special land, its men a special breed, By granite rocks and mighty seas their strength has been decreed, No fear will make
Customs man with his musket primed, Death within his curled finger, No mercy given within his aim, On a wrecker who dared to linger, Fired