Onen hag oll — one and all,
Hear the curlew’s distant call,
Scones with jam and cream piled high,
Underneath a misty sky.
Pasties baked and saffron sweet,
Fairings warm, a market treat,
Fish from sea to harbour wall,
Feeding one and feeding all.

We’re Cornish, through and through,
Sea-wind sings around a rugged coast.
Clifftop paths and moorland calls,
It belongs to one and all.

Cornish Tartan, bold and bright,
Saint Piran’s flag of black and white,
Hear the song of Trelawny,
We’ll join in, proud and free.
Born and bred by winds and foam,
Every road will lead to home,
Where the heather meets the squall,
It belongs to one and all.

Penzance glow where sunsets rest,
Truro the jewel in the crown,
Padstow boats and Bodmin high,
Wadebridge river drifting by.

Dancing shadows, laughter rings,
Life’s embrace, the joy it brings,
Children’s giggles in the air,
This is home, a love to share.
Fields of green where daisies sway,
Every corner holds a play,
From the hills to ocean’s thrall,
It belongs to one and all.

We’re Cornish, through and through,
Sea-wind sings around a rugged coast.
Clifftop paths and moorland calls,
It belongs to one and all.

Market stalls where stories flow,
Locals greet, the warmth will glow,
Tradition, art, entwined so tight,
In every heart, her spirit’s light.

In the dusk, as stars appear,
Songs of old are bright and clear,
Gather ’round in love’s embrace,
All together in this place.
Through the seasons, through it all,
In her laughter, hear the call,
Cornish spirit stands so tall,
It belongs to one and all.

We’re Cornish, through and through,
Sea-wind sings around a rugged coast.
Clifftop paths and moorland calls,
It belongs to one and all.

So lift your voice, let’s raise a cheer,
For the land we love, forever dear,
With every heart, we heed the thrall,
Our home, is ours, one and all.