Omdowl Morek (Sea Wrestling)

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3 Omdowl Morek (Sea Wrestling) 1. Men Selevan St Levan s Stone 2. Tamsin Tamsin 3. Maria Wynn a Gernow Blessed Mary of Cornwall 4. Dhe Vlamya yw Hi She is to Blame 5. Karoryon Porthgwartha The Lovers of Porthgwarra 6. Dehwelyans an Marner The Sailor s Return 7. Myrgh an Mor Daughter of the Sea 8. Kyns ty dhe vos Before You Go 9. Spyrys agan Tir The Spirit of our Land

4 Omdowl Morek My a dhewisas an hanow Omdowl Morek rag ow abum kanow, drefen my dhe dhierbynna neppyth digemmyn heb my dh y waytya ha my ow rosya war dewynnow ogas dhe Varghas Yow. Dyski a wrug vy a-wosa yth o an dra ma neppyth bythkweth na verksa denvyth kyns yn Kernow herwydh Trest Natur Kernow, bleujen deg henwys, yn Latin, pancratium maritimum po, treylys avel omdowl morek yn Kernewek (mes sea daffodil po sand lily yw hy hanow sowsnek kyn na vo kevys saw yn arvor an Mor Interdiryek herwydh usadow). A-der hemma, my a brederi y fia an imaj geryel a omdowl morek, hanow pur wiw dhe m album a ganow kernewek re skrifis dres an bledhynnyow dhyworth 1980 bys y n eur ma, hag yn tevri, omdewlel meur gans an geryow hag ilow a wren vy dres an termyn ma. Dre weres hel MAGA ha rester hag askorrans bryntin Paul Knight-Malciak, wor tiwedh y hyllis vy kavos chons a rekordya yn feythus nebes a m kanow an gwella, hunros dhymm nans yw hirneth. Govenek a m beus y fydh yntredha blas Kernow ha y thaves dres oll: kanow ha dhedha themow selys war henhwedhlow ha m kryjyans personel, kerensa a-barth tir ha mor Kernow, hwedhlow a gerensa a-barth morenyon hwath. Pypynag vo agas oes po blas, re bo neppyth y n blasen arhansek ma dhe blesya dhe buphuni. Philip Knight Hemm yw kynsa kuntelles kanow kernewek Philip Knight y honan kyn wrug ev kana kyns war blasennow erel, Xacobeo 93 1er Festival da Canciόn do Camino (1993), Gwynn ha Du gans Graham Sandercock (1997), The Golowan Band (2005) ha Planet Kernow (Kowethas an Yeth 2006). Trigys yn Pennsans brassa rann y vewnans, ev o kannas Kernow avel kesstrivor dhe n Gool Keskeltek yn Galway, Iwerdhon yn 1991 ha 1992, ha gwaynyer yn 1991 gans y gan Deus yn-rag, Dolli. Yn 1993, ev o kannas Kernow dhe gynsa Gool Kanow an Fordh Santiago yn Vigo, Galithi, Pow Spayn, pan veu towlennys dre bellwolok pan wrythyas ev y gan Abostol an Mor, restrys gans Goff Richards, ha keveylyes gans orkestra a 32 ilewydh. Ev a dhehwelis dhe gana yn Kernewek dhe Ferrol, Galithi, aval kannas dhe n Gool Keskeltek a Sportys Dowr, 1997, keffrys ha kana liesgweyth yn Breten Vyhan. Ev re waynyas lies kesstrif Gorsedh Kernow ha n Gool Ilow Kernow gans y ganow ha y lev der an bledhynnyow.

5 Sea Wrestling I chose the name Omdowl Morek for my album of songs, because I came across something rare unexpectedly in September, 2006, as I strolled on dunes near Marazion. I learnt later that the thing was something no-one had ever noticed before in Cornwall according to the Cornwall Wildlife Trust, a flower named in Latin pancratium maritimum which is translated as maritime wrestling in Cornish (but it is called sea daffodil or sand lily in English though it is usually found only on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea). Besides this, I thought that the verbal image of sea wrestling would be a very apt name for my album of Cornish songs which I have written over the years, from 1980 until now, and certainly, I have wrestled greatly with the words and music during that time. By the generous help of MAGA and the excellent arrangement of producer Paul Knight-Malciak, at last I was able to find an opportunity to record properly some of my best songs, a long-term dream. I am hopeful that there wil be among them the flavour of Cornwall and her language above all: songs with themes based on old legends and my personal faith, love of Cornwall s land and sea, tales of love on account of young women even. Whatever your age and taste, may there be something on this compact disc to please everyone. Philip Knight This is the first collection of Philip Knight s own Cornish songs, though he has lent his voice on other CDs, Xacobeo 93 1er Festival da Canciόn do Camino (1993), Yn Gwynn ha Du by Graham Sandercock (1997), The Golowan Band (2005) and Planet Kernow (Kowethas an Yeth 2006). Living in Penzance most of his life, he represented Cornwall as competitor at the Pan-Celtic Festival in Galway, Ireland in 1991 and 1992, and won in 1991 with his song Deus yn-rag, Dolli. In 1993, he represented Cornwall at the first Festival for a Song of the Santiago Way in Vigo, Galicia, when he was televised live globally by satellite as he performed his song, Abostol an Mor arranged by Goff Richards and accompanied by a 32-piece orchestra. He returned to sing in Cornish at Ferrol, Galicia, as representative at the Inter-celtic Water Sports, 1997, as well as singing several times in Brittany. He has won several Gorsedh Kernow and Cornwall Music Festival competitions with his songs and voice over the years.

6 1 - Men Selevan Yth esen vy ow kerdhes de Ha mos a wrug dhe n eglos koth. Ena yma, ha my a n te, Men euthek bras ha krenn y roth. Selevan yw hanow a n dre ha n sans, Ha marnas hwi yw den po benyn mans, Gwell yw dhywgh hwi mos toth da bys dhe n nans, Rag bos an fals byth owth ynkressya, Ha my ow kerdhes war an als Y hwrug hi pesya hwath: Dhe m tybyans vy, diwedh an bys heb mar A dheu dhyn hware! Herwydh an henhwedhel ankoth Y hwre Selevan esedha War n men growanek a y vodh Pan o skwith an pyskador da. Ha del leveris ev, an fals pan vo Bolgh ledan lowr tremena may hallo Margh kargys gans dew banyer warnodho. Dhe n eur bur na dydh breus a vydh dhyn ni. A n geryow profosek ma Travydh ny yllyn ni gul: Dhe m tybyans vy diwedh an bys heb mar A dheu dhyn hware! Selevan, a yll bos Agan Tas ni mar serrys yn kever studh an bys, Dre fals bras y th fen loos Ma gan gwarn ev bos distowgh agan dydh breus hys-a-hys. Yth esen vy ow kerdhes de Ha mos a wrug dhe n eglos koth. Ena yma, ha my a n te, Men euthek bras ha krenn y roth. Selevan yw hanow a n dre ha n sans, Ha marnas hwi yw den po benyn mans, Gwell yw dhywgh hwi mos toth da bys dhe n nans, Rag bos an fals byth owth ynkressya, Ha my ow kerdhes war an als Y hwrug hi pesya hwath: Dhe m tybyans vy, diwedh an bys heb mar A dheu dhyn hware! A dheu dhyn hware! A dheu dhyn hware! 1 - St Levan s Stone I went walking yesterday And visited the old church. There is in that place, and I swear it, An extremely large stone, circular in shape. St Levan is the name of the hamlet and the saint, And unless you are a crippled man or woman, You d do best to rush off to the valley, For the cleft is ever increasing And while I was walking on the cliff, It went on growing still more; I reckon without doubt the end of the world Is coming to us before long. According to the old legend, St Levan would like to sit On the granite rock, When good fisherman, he felt tired. So he said, if the cleft should become A gap big enough to let through A loaded horse bearing two panniers, At that very hour, judgement day will be upon us. There s nothing we can do about these prophetic words: I reckon there s no doubt the end of the world Is coming to us before long. St Levan, can it be That our Father is so angry at the state of the world That by the large cleft in your grey stone He is warning us that our judgement day is about to come from end to end. I went walking yesterday And visited the old church. There is in that place, and I swear it, An extremely large stone, circular in shape. St Levan is the name of the hamlet and the saint, And unless you are a crippled man or woman, You d do best to rush off to the valley, For the cleft is ever increasing And while I was walking on the cliff, It went on growing still more; I reckon without doubt the end of the world Is coming to us before long! Is coming to us before long! Is coming to us before long!

7 2 Tamsin 2 - Tamsin Mordros a dhassen a-berth y'n odytys: Klew an golanes a hevel gul ges. An hwelyow ma nyns yw lemmyn saw koyntys, Den bal dres niver na meur y les. Tromm a-ragov vy, my a's gwelas hi Mar hweg del o; Ha pan gewsis hi, ow digolon vy 'Fias dhe'n fo! Ha pan brofyas dhymm hy skoodh Gyllys 'veu ow gooth: Euver pan glewyn vy, skon y'm cheris hi. Yn Plen an Gwari dre hap y's dyerbynnis, Ha hi ow kerdhes a'y honan gans ki. Orti hy hanow yn harth a wovynnis: "Tamsin," 'hworthybis hi orthiv vy. Tromm a-ragov vy, my a's gwelas hi Mar hweg del o; Ha pan gewsis hi, ow digolon vy 'Fias dhe'n fo! Ha pan brofyas dhymm hy skoodh Gyllys 'veu ow gooth: Euver pan glewyn vy, skon y'm cheris hi. Pana goll esa dhymmo vy awos ow dilavureth, Ha my ow tyerbynna Tamsin; Ha pub gorthuher omvetya a wren ni, Gwynn ow bys, gwynn o yn hwir. Mordros a dhassen a-berth y'n odytys Klew an ahwesydh ow kana mar hweg, Ha kyn fo an hwelyow ma saw unn koyntys Ott! My ha Tamsin yw gour ha gwreg. Tromm a-ragov vy, my a's gwelas hi Mar hweg del o; Ha pan gewsis hi, ow digolon vy 'Fias dhe'n fo! Ha pan brofyas dhymm hy skoodh Gyllys 'veu ow gooth: Euver pan glewyn vy, skon y'm cheris hi. The sound of surf echoes within the adits, Hark the gulls that seem to mock: These mines are now but a curiosity, A redundant miner, of little account. Suddenly, before me I saw her, So sweet that she was; And when she spoke, my despair Took flight. And when she offered me a shoulder, My pride was gone: When I felt useless, she soon comforted me In the Plen an Gwari by chance I encountered her As she was walking alone with her dog; Boldly her name I enquired of her, Tamsin, she replied to me. Suddenly, before me I saw her, So sweet that she was; And when she spoke, my despair Took flight. And when she offered me a shoulder, My pride was gone: When I felt useless, she soon comforted me What did my unemployment matter to me Now I had met Tamsin? And every evening we would meet: I was a happy man, happy indeed! The sound of surf echoes within the adits, Listen to the skylark singing so sweetly: Though these mines are now but a curiosity, Look! Me and Tamsin are husband and wife! Suddenly, before me I saw her, So sweet that she was; And when she spoke, my despair Took flight. And when she offered me a shoulder, My pride was gone: When I felt useless, she soon comforted me Ny vern travyth namoy, Tamsin a'm kar. Nothing matters anymore, Tamsin loves me.

8 3 - Maria Wynn a Gernow Nans yw neb pymp kansbledhen, 'Feu skrifys gwari mir: 'Bewnans Sen Meriasek', Y hwolyas dh'agan tir. Ogas dhe Garn Bre, Y hwilas chi y'n dre: Chapel Maria Wynn, May tyska dhyn an gwir. Maria Wynn a Gernow, Doro dhyn dha ras, Omdhiskwa war neb karrek veur, Steren an mor glas. Bennik agan bro, Gor dader oll a-dro; dre vesyon teg dha fas, Gwra dhyn gul bodh an Tas. Myghternes nev ha nor, Mamm Kernow hwar ha klor, Gwra dyffres agan mammvro dhrudh a Gernow. Maria, Gwerhes Wynn, Gwra omdhiskwedhes dhyn Ha daskor oll o mas a-berth yn Kernow: Delirv ni dhyworth 'gan bernow. Arlodhes hweg a Gernow, Prag ny'th welyn mann Ryb agan fentynnyow Po a-berth yn lann? Kynth on bohes den, Yma dhyn spyrys len; A werghes sans ha mas, Y sakrav dhis ow han. Maria Wynn a Gernow, Doro dhyn dha ras, Omdhiskwa war neb karrek veur, Steren an mor glas. Bennik agan bro, Gor dader oll a-dro; dre vesyon teg dha fas, Gwra dhyn gul bodh an Tas. Myghternes nev ha nor, Mamm Kernow hwar ha klor, Gwra dyffres agan mammvro dhrudh a Gernow. Maria, Gwerhes Wynn, Gwra omdhiskwedhes dhyn Ha daskor oll o mas a-berth yn Kernow: Delirv ni dhyworth 'gan bernow. Daskor dha gres dhe Gernow! 3 - Blessed Mary Of Cornwall Some five centuries ago, A miracle play was written: It was The Life of St. Meriadoc, He sailed to our land. Close to Carn Brea, He sought a building in the town, The Chapel of Blessed Mary, Where he might preach the truth. Blessed Mary of Cornwall Bring your grace to us, And show yourself on some high rock, Star of the Blue Sea. Grant a blessing upon our nation, And bestow your goodness everywhere; By the beauteous vision of your face, Inspire us to enact the Father s will. Queen of heaven and earth, Gentle and modest Mother of Cornwall, Protect our precious motherland of Kernow! Mary, Blessed Virgin, Reveal yourself to us And restore all goodness to Cornwall: And deliver us from our troubles. Sweet Lady of Cornwall, Why do we utterly fail to glimpse you Beside our wellsprings Or within some sacred enclosure? Though we be few in number, We are loyal in spirit: Oh good and holy virgin, I dedicate my song to you! Blessed Mary of Cornwall Bring your grace to us, And show yourself on some high rock, Star of the Blue Sea. Grant a blessing upon our nation, And bestow your goodness everywhere; By the beauteous vision of your face, Inspire us to enact the Father s will. Queen of heaven and earth, Gentle and modest Mother of Cornwall, Protect our precious motherland of Kernow! Mary, Blessed Virgin, Reveal yourself to us And restore all goodness to Cornwall: And deliver us from our troubles. Restore your peace to Cornwall.

9 4 - Dhe Vlamya Yw Hi Yn medhel ow chershya hy blew, Ha n howl ow trehevel, kyns ow hares dhe sevel, A welis vy dre hwithra gluw, Hi dhe ola heb gul son, ow kudha hy guw? Dagren eth ha bos talgam, Ha pan gewsis vy...yn unn lamm.. Gyllys veu ow hares, ow huv-kolon. Heb mar, y hwruss ta yn ta hy aswon. Nyns yw marth kyn fo oll trogh ow holon: Ahanav vy res eth hi Y yeunav rygdhi; Ahanav vy res eth hi Hi a vynn ankevi; Ahanav vy res eth hi Ha, del hevel, th ov heb bri, Mes dhe vlamya yw hi. Ha galsa pan viris yn-bann; Namoy my ny s gwelyn, marnas ol y n ys melyn. An ebron orth bora o rudh, Howl ow klyttra dre dhel hag y fedhyglas bugh. Ha galsa glan a m gwel Hwath genev hy sorr ha y geryow fell. Gyllys veu ow hares, ow huv-kolon. Heb mar, y hwruss ta yn ta hy aswon. Nyns yw marth kyn fo oll trogh ow holon: Ahanav vy res eth hi Y yeunav rygdhi; Ahanav vy res eth hi Hi a vynn ankevi; Ahanav vy res eth hi Ha, del hevel, th ov heb bri, Mes dhe vlamya yw hi. Mes dhe vlamya yw hi. Mes dhe vlamya yw hi. Mes dhe vlamya yw hi. 4 - She is to Blame Softly caressing her hair, As the sun was rising, before my love had awakened, Did I see on looking closely That she was silently weeping, hiding her misery? Tear turned to frown, And when I spoke in one leap, Gone was my love, my sweetheart, No doubt you would recognise her well. No wonder, although my heart s completely broken, She has left me; I long for her. She has left me; She wants to forget. She has left me And it seems I don t matter But she is to blame. When I looked up she had gone, No longer could I see her, only her track in the yellow corn. The dawn sky was red, The sun sparkling through leaves and a cow was lowing. Though she had disappeared from sight, Her anger and cruel words were still with me. Gone was my love, my sweetheart. No doubt you would recognise her well. No wonder, although my heart s completely broken, She has left me; I long for her. She has left me; She wants to forget. She has left me And it seems I don t matter But she is to blame. But she is to blame. But she is to blame. But she is to blame.

10 5 - Karoryon Porthgwartha Unn nos, an mor pan o mar leven hag ankoth ow studh mar dhibowes, Furv dhu, my a gerdhas a m honan rag tenna anal hweg an nos. Ha war garrek dhu beudhys dre lorgan, A ga esedh yn ankov dew garer, Hag a-dro dhedha n dowr ow morlenwel: pur stag my a s hwithra didros: My yw dhis, ty yw dhymm, diallos on; Bedhes bedh y n mordon a enev ha kolon! Heb euth na own ens i pan y s dyerbynnas an dowr klor ow lapya. Byttegyns, my a dybis y klewsen dew lev kosel hwar mes diblans. Dehweles a wrussons heb terri min dowr, Koynt aga minhwarth, i a m hwithras. Yth amsons kyns i dhe omdroghya, heb dasomdhiskwedhes namoy. My yw dhis, ty yw dhymm, diallos on; Bedhes bedh y n mordon a enev ha kolon! Erbynn penn namoy es dew dhydh, yn porth ogas war n treth owrek gwastas, Yth esa a y wrowedh korf maghteth, mar deg o hi, hebask keffrys; Hag yndelma, y tyskis vy hwedhel pur drist A gerensa an vyrgh barth den yowynk, May s dibarthas i aga theyluyow ha gul a n mab marner tramor. My yw dhis, ty yw dhymm, diallos on; Bedhes bedh y n mordon a enev ha kolon! Ha ga huntell diwettha yn few veu y n keth porth dre hap may hwrug kerdhes. Th ambossens dasunyans y n tressa bledhen mar pens marow po bew. A dramor y teuth trist an nowodhow, Rag an keth nos pan esen ow kerdhes, Y farwsa an mab del heveli; y vernans afydhyas ow dout! My yw dhis, ty yw dhymm, diallos on; Bedhes bedh y n mordon a enev ha kolon! Honn o kan an garoryon a Borthgwartha. 5 - The Lovers of Porthgwarra One night when the sea was so tranquil and I strangely restless not sleeping, A lonely silhouette, I went walking to breathe in the night-scented air. On a black rock flooded by moonshine Sat two lovers so sweetly oblivious While the tide rose and washed all around them, transfixed, I just stood and I stared. I am thine, thou art mine, beyond control. In the wave, be the grave of heart and soul. For they merged with the soft, lapping waters, no panic nor terror displaying, Yet I thought I perceived their two voices, so gentle, so peaceful yet clear. They returned without breaking the surface, looked me full in the face strangely smiling; Then they kissed before finally sinking, never again to appear. I am thine, thou art mine, beyond control. In the wave, be the grave of heart and soul. No more than a day or two later, in a neighbouring cove lay a body: On the smooth, golden sand was incumbent a maiden serene and so fair. It was then that I learned the sad story Of a maiden and youth and their passion: How their families insisted they parted, for the young man, a sailor s career. I am thine, thou art mine, beyond control. In the wave, be the grave of heart and soul. And their very last living encounter in a cove where by chance I went walking, By full moon they had vowed, dead or living, to meet at the end of three years. From abroad followed news quite amazing, For that very same night I d been walking, It seemed that the young man had perished: His death had confirmed my worst fears. I am thine, thou art mine, beyond control. In the wave, be the grave of heart and soul. This was the lovers song - at Porthgwarra.

11 6 - Dehwelyans An Marner Kepar an howl del sedh, Yndella penn trumach a dheu. Dhe'n porth 'th enter agan gorhel, Yn skon, ni a vydh dhe dre. Pol tro ha hager awel Y'n pellder dhyworthyn, Yn dowrow Kernow 'th eson ha Gweles kerens ni a vynn. Y hwren ni golya skav Dres mordonnow bras; Y firyn orth golowys War alsyow Penn an Wlas; Ha hwythfians dowrow ker Ha'n golowji a'n dynnergh, Ha'n gwyns ma a'n howlsedhes Dhyn yw 'vas. Yth hevel viaj heb worfen Pan na welir tir; Gans an mor taranek a-dro dhyn, Namoy y wodhav ny yllir. 'Feu hwans dhyn ni a wustla, Digolon pan en ni, Mes y'gan golok, penn an viaj A dhre heudhder meur dhyn ni. [keskan] Tonnow brassa es chiow A lettyas agan fordh, Ha prest tewlys a-dro dhe'n keynvor, 'Th esa hwans bras dhyn a borth. Ha lemmyn ni ow tos nes Dhe'n tir dhe benn an jydh, Korn agan gorhel ny vydh trist Pan warn hi an dus dre hwyth. [keskan] Keresik, ty ny wodhes! Assa vynnav bos A-nowyth yn dha strothans, Dihedh yw dhymm gortos. Ni a dremen an karregi, Ow slynkya bys y'n kay. Hag unnweyth arta war dir sygh, Ty a dhre dhymm dha hweg vay. 6 - Sailor s Return Just as when the sun is setting, So the end of the voyage arrives. Into port our ship enters, Soon we shall be home. Whirlpools and storms Far behind us, We are in Cornish waters and We want to see our dear ones. Swiftly we sail Through the large waves; We watch the lights on the cliffs of Land s End; Both the surge of beloved waters And the lighthouse welcome us And this wind from the west Serves us well. A journey seems endless When one cannot see land; With the thunderous sea around us, We can take no more. We were inclined to mutiny When we were downhearted, But within sight, the journey s end Brings us great joy Swiftly we sail etc. Waves bigger than houses Blocked our way, And constantly thrown about in the ocean, We badly longed for a harbour. And now as we approach The land at day s end, Our ship s horn won t seem sad When it gives the folk a warning blast. Swiftly we sail etc. Darling, you don t know How I want to be Once more in your embrace The waiting is endless for us. We pass the rocks Gliding towards the quay. And once more on dry land You plant your sweet kiss on me

12 7 Myrgh An Mor Yth esen vy, kyns oll, ow koska, Pan glywis desempis dha lev. Ha n loor ow splanna y n ebron, Dha dekter a m dynyas yn krev. Dha vetya a wren vy yn fenowgh, Ha ty ow leverel pub prys, My a th pys a dhos genev bynari, Hag ytho, deun alemma dhe m bys. Dhymmo krys, ny th karav, a vyrgh an mor, Mes heb dout, neb sergh koynt my a glew. My a bys ma th karro yn hwir, devri, Neb a vo an kar nowyth a m sywo, myrgh an mor! Mar dek o dha fas avel kowral, Mar dhevrek dha lev avel dowr; Mes kyn y th tyerbynnen vy nosweyth, Nyns o dhis an studh ma da lowr. Nyns esta klor nevra, keresik, Hag yth esa dhyn dadhlow heb par; Byttegyns, y kevrennyn kerensa, Ha tus dreylys on ni heb mar. Dhymmo krys, ny th karav, a vyrgh an mor, Mes heb dout, neb sergh koynt my a glew. My a bys ma th karro yn hwir, devri, Neb a vo an kar nowyth a m sywo, myrgh an mor! Dhe n morrep pan dhen vy dhe th weles, Y fedhes ow neuvya yn noth; Ny gonvedhyn vy nevra an skila Prag na welyn saw hanter dha gorf. Omvyrla y n lorgan a wren ni, Ha n ster ow terlentri diben; Marth bras a m beu pan dhiberthsyn: My a grysi dha vos bythkweyth len. Ny wodhyen vy dha vos morvoren, Ha truesi ha trist ow holon My dhe th kara y tegodh avowa: Mar dromm veu dha estrik dison, a vyrgh an mor, a vyrgh an mor! 7- Daughter of the Sea At first, I was sleeping When I heard your voice suddenly. As the moon was shining in the sky, Your beauty strongly attracted me. I would often meet you And you would always say, I beg you to go with me forever, And then, Let s leave here for my world. Believe me I don t love you, Daughter of the sea But, undoubtedly, I feel some strange attachment, And I pray that he may love you truly, in fact, Whoever should be your new lover after me, Daughter of the sea! Your face was as beautiful as coral And your voice as liquid as water; And though we would meet at night time This state of affairs didn t satisfy you. You were never a mild person, darling, And we had arguments beyond compare, Nevertheless, we shared a romance: And we re changed people now, of course Believe me I don t love you, Daughter of the sea But, undoubtedly, I feel some strange attachment, And I pray that he may love you truly, in fact, Whoever should be your new lover after me, Daughter of the sea! When I went to the seashore to see you, You would be bathing nude. I never understood why I only saw half your body. We would embrace in the moonlight With the infinite stars sparkling; I was very surprised at our parting: I believed that you would be loyal forever. I didn t realise you were a mermaid, And my heart is mournful and sad. And I have to admit that I love you; How suddenly you went away, Daughter of the sea, Daughter of the sea.

13 8 - Kyns Ty Dhe Vos My a wel dha vos ahanav pell Ha my ow pos yn kell ha fia ny wonn. Flogh osta: Yma hwans dhis lesa dha Dhiwaskel, viaja ha gweles an nor. Yth esosta ow mos a th honan, Ma edhom a janjyans dhis, Ogh! Mes my, y fynnav gortos omma; Kernow yw heb par y n bys. Kyn tibertthyn, doro dhymm dha vay Kyns ty dhe vos. Y th sywsen vy mar kallen. Warnav vy Mos genes ty a gri mes ny via kuv. Na vydh fol! Porth kov a bub dydh oll Pan o an mor mar voll, ha n ebron mar las. Yth esosta ow mos a th honan, Ma edhom a janjyans dhis, Ogh! Mes my, y fynnav gortos omma; Kernow yw heb par y n bys. Kyn tibertthyn, doro dhymm dha vay Kyns ty dhe vos. Pan vo gwiw, skrif e-bost, unn po diw, Rag dri dhe m dydh neb liw ha ty tramor. Lel ha len y fydhav bys dhe n penn; Ny allav bos nahen hedra ves y n nor (spas menestrouthi) Yth esosta ow mos a th honan, Ma edhom a janjyans dhis, Ogh! Mes my, y fynnav gortos omma; Kernow yw heb par y n bys. Yth esosta ow mos a th honan, Ma edhom a janjyans dhis, Ogh! Mes my, y fynnav gortos omma; Kernow yw heb par y n bys. Kyn tibertthyn, doro dhymm dha vay Kyns ty dhe vos dhe-ves Kyns ty dhe vos dhe-ves Kyns ty dhe vos dhe-ves Kyns ty dhe vos. 8 - Before you Leave I can see that you are distant from me While I am in a cell not knowing how to escape. You are a child; you long to spread your Wings, to travel and see the world. You are going off on your own. You need a change. Oh! But I want to remain here; Nothing in the world compares to Cornwall. Though we part, kiss me Before you leave. I would follow you If I could. You plead With me to go with you, but it wouldn t be kind. Don t be foolish; remember each and every day When the sea was so clear, the sky so blue You are going off on your own. You need a change. Oh! But I want to remain here; Nothing in the world compares to Cornwall. Though we part, kiss me Before you leave. When the time s right, write me one or two s, To bring some colour to my day while you re abroad. Loyal and true I shall be to the end; I can be nothing else while you re in the world. (Instrumental break) You are going off on your own. You need a change. Oh! But I want to remain here; Nothing in the world compares to Cornwall. You are going off on your own. You need a change. Oh! But I want to remain here; Nothing in the world compares to Cornwall. Though we part, kiss me Before you leave. Before you leave. Before you leave. Before - you - leave.

14 9 - Spyrys Agan Tir Difun! Difun! Gas ty dha hun! Kares dhymm, ygor dha dhewlagas; Ynna gwres an howl terlentri: Deun dhe-ves dhe Garn Golowva, Ena ni a glew sur spyrys agan tir. Y prov hi dorn hweg dhymmo vy Ha n ayr fresk yn town a anellyn, Magor splann jynnji a welyn. Yn unn nesa dhe Ven Skrifa, Krev y hus, y klewyn spyrys agan tir. Gesewgh ni dhe vos n mysk an gluth war n ros, A-dro dhyn grug hag eythin Ha ni yn fas an Arludh Duw. Ha ni ow krambla kluhes rynn, Avel onan agan kolonnow Ryal a-vann y nij an tygri. Der an reden gwren ni kerdhes: Piw a vynn diskudha spyrys agan tir? Warnans y hwithryn bys Porth Meur, Yma n howl war n mor ow tewynnya. Dres an myttin kosel niwlek, A-dhia gwartha Karn Golowva, Y klewyn kler ha diblans spyrys agan tir. Gesewgh ni dhe vos Yn mysk an gluth war n ros, A-dro dhyn grug hag eythin Ha ni yn fas an Arludh Duw. Ena y kerdhyn puptydh oll, Ha ni koth avel an men growan, Ha gan fasow dhodho haval, Prest y nesyn bys dhe n nevow Ha kavos y n uheldir spyrys agan tir. Gesewgh ni dhe vos n mysk an gluth war n ros, A-dro dhyn grug hag eythin Ha ni yn fas an Arludh Duw. [Daskan an geskan bys dhe benn an gan] 9 - The Spirit of our Land Awake! Awake! Leave your slumber, Lover of mine, open your eyes; In them let the sun sparkle: Let us away to Carn Galva, There we shall surely feel the spirit of our land. She offers me her sweet hand. And we breathe the fresh air deeply. We see the splendid ruin of an engine house And approaching Men Skrifa, We feel the powerful magic and the spirit of our land. Let us walk Amid the dew on the moor, Surrounded by heather and gorse And before us the Lord God. As we climb the crags of the hillside, Our hearts at one, a kestrel Flies majestically overhead. Let us walk through the bracken: Who would like to discover the spirit of our land? We gaze down as far as Porth Meor, The sun is glistening on the sea. Through the calm, misty morning, From the summit of Carn Galva, We feel, clear and distinct, the spirit of our land. Let us walk Amid the dew on the moor, Surrounded by heather and gorse And before us the Lord God. There we shall walk each and every day When we re old like the granite And our faces resemble it. We shall draw ever nearer to the heavens And find in the uplands the spirit of our land. Let us walk Amid the dew on the moor, Surrounded by heather and gorse And before us the Lord God. [Repeat chorus until end of song]

15 Ilow ha geryow gans Philip Knight. Son-injiner ha kesrestryer hag askorrer: Paul Knight-Malciak. Samplow hag effeythow keworransel: Paul Knight-Malciak. Rekordys yn Bramble Torre, Dittisham, 2011, dre gummyas Paul Vincent Gweres arghansek ha kennerthyans: MAGA 2011 Cornish Lyrics and Music by Philip Knight. Sound Engineer, editor and co-arranger: Paul Knight -Malciak. Samples and additional effects: Paul Knight-Malciak. Recorded in Bramble Torre, Dittisham, 2011, by permission of Paul Vincent Financial aid and encouragement: MAGA 2011

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