On the twelfth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: 12 old Cornish texts, 11 saffron buns 10 engine houses Nine bards a-dancing Eight balls for hurling Seven gigs a-rowing Six rugby teams FIVE HUGE PASTIES Four mackerels Three miners Two Celtic crosses And a chough sitting on a gorse, see!
Yn dewdhegves dydh Nadelik, Dhymmo y ros ow har: Dewdhek tekst hengovek, Unnek tesen safron, Deg jynnji kowrek, Naw bardh ow tonsya, Eth pel rag hurlya, Seyth kok ow kolya, Hwegh para rugbi, PYMP PASTI BRAS! Peswar brithel brav, Tri den bal, Dew grows keltek koth, Ha palores war varr a eythin!langbot langbot