O’ The Cliffs And The Tin Mines Of Cornwall Will Haunt Me,

The Grey Of The Granite,

The Lure Of The Sea,

The Bobbing And Weaving Of A Fisherman’s Tosher,

And The Flash Of The Longships Way Out In The Sea,

And Though I’ll Go Away I’ll Never Stay,

Or Call Any Other Place Home,

For The Place I Love Best Is My Home In The West,

Cornwall Forever My Home,

For The Way People Speak As You Wonder Through Cornwall,

The Accent Is Different Wherever You Roam,

I Can Tell Where You Come From And Which Part Of The Duchy,

Cause Each Little Village Has A Sound Of Its Own,

From Penzance To Redruth,

From Looe To Porthleven,

There’s Liskard And Launceston, Camborne And Praze,

Newquay, Tintagel, Port Isaac, Pendoggett,

St Just, Sancreed, Penryn And Caerhays,

And I Am So Proud I Was Born In The Duchy,

I Know The Duchy’s The Best Place To Be,

And I Know Our Accent Will Live On Forever,

Cause My Little Boy Talks The Same Way As Me,

And Though I’ll Go Away I’ll Never Stay,

Or Call Any Other Place Home,

For The Place I Love Best Is My Home In The West,

Cornwall Forever My Home,

Cornwall Forever My Home.