The Cornishman do love his Pasty

He thinks it is quite a treat.

Some foods are ‘orrid an nasty,

But a Pasty is ‘ansome to eat.

It can be eaten in various ways

Cold, warm, or straight from the hob

But, whichever the way, whatever you say

It is a real proper job.

The Pasty’s been with us for ages

And will be with us for evermore.

It’s good for your health, so try one your self

You’ll definitely come back for more.

For the Cornish who marched for Trelawney

The Pasty was their staple diet

They used them to ‘scat to’ the English

And suggested that they ought to try it.

They crossed the Tamar land to land

The Severn was no stay

With one and all & pasty in hand

They marched along the way.

Trelawney, locked in London’s tower,

A lonely wight, said he,

If I survive, pray they’ll contrive

To save a pasty for me.

A funny shape the pasty,

And what is put inside?

We have to turn to history

To help us to decide.

The shape, I heard

Was not absurd, and for miners gave a crust

with dirty hands to hold on to

and throw away with the dust

But ‘twas not so

For long ago, the Cornish Huers they waited

On the lonely rugged clifftops

Until the storms abated.

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There they stood,

Misunderstood, shouting out, poor souls

Hevva, Hevva, here they come

The enormous pasty shoals.

Hence the shape, I will be bound.

They were but fish with crust around

Which with the Huers disappeared

And are no longer found

And now, meat and veg

Fill up the wedge, giving a richer diet.

Potatoes, turnip ( the English say Swede ),

And Onions- ‘ansome, just try it.