I go by oor Kornies

I go by

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

yw ow hanow

voorbeelde

I will go to him, by John
my a dhodho re Jowan

By Mahound I will go also ;
Re Vahun y tov ynwedh

‘I have been so taken up with the thoughts of leaving Bag End, and of saying farewell, that I have never even considered the direction,’ said Frodo. ‘For where am I to go? And by what shall I steer? What is to be my quest? Bilbo went to find a treasure, there and back again; but I go to lose one, and not return, as far as I can see.’
‘My re beu pur vysi gans tybyansow a asa Bag End ha leverel farwel, ma na wrug vy prederi a-dro dhe’n tu.’ a leveris Frodo. ‘Pleth av? Fatell wrav vy kavoes fordh? Pandr’a vydh ow negys? Bylbo eth rag kavoes tresor, mos ha dehweles; mes yth av vy rag kelli tresor, ha ny vydhav dehweles, dell welav.’

My dear father, go from hence | I will by and bye | And I will come to you again | With an answer before stopping (?) | By (the) will of the Father on high.
Ow thas ker, mos alemma | my a vynn, y'n by-and-by, | hag y tov dhy'hwi arta | gans gorthyp, kyns es hedhi, | der bodh an Tas a-wartha.

meanwhile adv. e'n men termyn Lh.; e'n kettermyn; expressed by ha + pres. cont.; while I was going ha my ow mos Carter; while that
meanwhile adv. e'n men termyn Lh.; e'n kettermyn; expressed by ha + pres. cont.; while I was going ha my ow mos Carter; while that

Frodo sat for a while in thought. ‘I have made up my mind,’ he said finally. ‘I am starting tomorrow, as soon as it is light. But I am not going by road: it would be safer to wait here than that. If I go through the North-gate my departure from Buckland will be known at once, instead of being secret for several days at least, as it might be. And what is more, the Bridge and the East Road near the borders will certainly be watched, whether any Rider gets into Buckland or not. We don’t know how many there are; but there are at least two, and possibly more. The only thing to do is to go off in a quite unexpected direction.’
Frodo a esedhas pols ha prederi. My re galeshas ow brys,’ ev a leveris wostiwedh. ‘My a vynn dalleth a-vorrow, kettel vo bora. Mes ny vynnav vy mos dre fordh: y fia salowwa gortos omma es gul yndella. Mar kwrav vy mos dre’n Yet Kledh, ow dibarth a vydh godhvedhys distowgh, yn le bos kevrin dre nebes dydhyow dhe’n leha, dell vo an kas. Hag, yn poesekka, an Pons ha’n Fordh Est nes dhe’n emlow a vydh yn-dann goel yn sur, mar teffo neb Marghek a-berth yn Bukland po na. Ny wodhyn ni aga niver; mes yma dew dhe’n leha, ha martesen moy. An gwella fordh yw onan a wra tu anwaytys yn tien.’

Well, I'm so tired of crying But I'm out on the road again I'm on the road again Well, I'm so tired of crying But I'm out on the road again I'm on the road again I ain't got no woman Just to call my special friend You know the first time I traveled Out in the rain and snow In the rain and snow You know the first time I traveled Out in the rain and snow In the rain and snow I didn't have no payroll Not even no place to go And my dear mother left me When I was quite young When I was quite young And my dear mother left me When I was quite young When I was quite young She said, "Lord, have mercy On my wicked son" Take a hint from me, mama Please don't you cry no more Don't you cry no more Take a hint from me, mama Please don't you cry no more Don't you cry no more Cos it's soon one morning Down the road I'm going But I ain't going down That long old lonesome road All by myself But I ain't going down That long old lonesome road All by myself I can't carry you, baby Gonna carry somebody else
Wel re skwith ov a ola Mes yn-mes war an fordh arta 'Sov war an fordh arta Wel re skwith ov a ola Mes yn-mes war an fordh arta 'Sov war an fordh arta Nyns eus dhymm benyn Neb kowethes a garav An kynsa prys y travalyis Yn mes yn an ergh ha glaw Yn an ergh ha glaw An kynsa prys y travalyis Yn mes yn an ergh ha glaw Yn an ergh ha glaw Nyns esa dhymm ober Heb godhvos neb tyller saw Hag ow mamm ger eth dhe ves Ha my fest yowynk Ha my fest yowynk Hag ow mammger eth dhe ves Ha my fest yowynk Ha my fest yowynk Yn-medh, "Re gaffo Duw mersi Yn ow mab yw drog" Wel goslow orthiv, mammik Mar pleg, na wra ola Na wra ola Wel goslow orthiv, mammik Mar pleg, na wra ola Na wra ola Y fydh skon neb myttin A-nans an fordh yth av Mes ny dhiyskynnav An fordh yw hir ha koth My ow honan Mes ny dhiyskynnav An fordh yw hir ha koth My ow honan Ny allav dha dhon, melder Nebonan aral a vynnav dhe dhon

permission n. cübmyas m. -ow, phr. if I may have p. mar pedhama cübmyas; p. to go cübmyas a mos; phr. by your p. der dha gübmyas WJ; dredh gas cübmyas; der as cübmyas Lh.
permission n. cübmyas m. -ow, phr. if I may have p. mar pedhama cübmyas; p. to go cübmyas a mos; phr. by your p. der dha gübmyas WJ; dredh gas cübmyas; der as cübmyas Lh.

♦ you must go and a. to him res ew mos dhodho hag omthyvlamya orto BK; until they a. bys ma vons (< may fons) ow teharas BM; yet still I must go and a. to him saw whath res ew mos dhodho hag omdhivlamya orto BK. See 'excuse'.
♦ you must go and a. to him res ew mos dhodho hag omthyvlamya orto BK; until they a. bys ma vons (< may fons) ow teharas BM; yet still I must go and a. to him saw whath res ew mos dhodho hag omdhivlamya orto BK. See 'excuse'.

♦ and y, by John! ha nask a barh Jôwan ! BK; I will y. you in one go my a's nask dhis war üdn dro BK; they are yd so we can work ort an ewyow devedhys ganjans m'alla nei gònis BK
♦ and y, by John! ha nask a barh Jôwan ! BK; I will y. you in one go my a's nask dhis war üdn dro BK; they are yd so we can work ort an ewyow devedhys ganjans m'alla nei gònis BK

‘I was thinking so,’ said Frodo. ‘But we have got to try and get there; and it won’t be done by sitting and thinking. So I am afraid we must be going. Thank you very much indeed for your kindness! I’ve been in terror of you and your dogs for over thirty years, Farmer Maggot, though you may laugh to hear it. It’s a pity: for I’ve missed a good friend. And now I’m sorry to leave so soon. But I’ll come back, perhaps, one day - if I get a chance.’
‘Yth esen vy ow tybi yndella,’ yn medh Frodo. ‘Mes res yw dhyn y assaya; ha ny vydh gwrys dre esedha ha tybi. Ytho, res yw dhyn mos, soweth. Meur ras dhis yn feur a’th guvder! My re vywas yn-dann browagh ahanas ha’th heun dre voy es deg warn ugens blydhen, Mr. Magott, kyn hwartthi orth y glywes. Anfeusik yw, drefenn na aswonnyn koweth da. Ha lemmyn drog yw genev gasa mar skon. Mes my a vydh dehweles, martesen, unn jydh - mar pe chons dhymm.’

‘ “Be off!” I said. “There are no Bagginses here. You’re in the wrong part of the Shire. You had better go back west to Hobbiton - but you can go by road this time.”
‘”Ke dhe’th fordh!” a leveris vy. “Nyns eus Bagynsow vyth omma. ‘th esos’ta yn rann kamm a’n Shayr. Res yw dhis mos howlsedhes troha Hobytun – mes ty a yll devnydhya an fordh y’n tro ma.”

Gandalf laughed grimly. ‘You see? Already you too, Frodo, cannot easily let it go, nor will to damage it. And I could not “make” you - except by force, which would break your mind. But as for breaking the Ring, force is useless. Even if you took it and struck it with a heavy sledge-hammer, it would make no dint in it. It cannot be unmade by your hands, or by mine.
Gandalf a hwarthas yn fell. ‘A welydh? Seulabrys, ny yllydh tejy y dhisynsi yn es, na gul damaj dhodho dre vodh. Ha ny allsen vy gul yndella dhis, marnas dre nerth a dorrsa dha vrys. Yn kever terri an Bysow, nerth yw euver. Travyth keffrys ha’y gweskel gans sloj poes, ny wrussa brall ynno. Ny yll ev bos diswrys po genes po genev.

“IT MIGHT JUST WORK, DAVE. YOU NEVER KNOW.” Oho! This letter did indeed make interesting reading. It was a letter ordering the squad to re-deploy, now that the zombie threat had been ‘neutralised’ in the area of Melbourne Port. And to where was the squad commander, a sergeant, ordered to re-deploy his men? Allow me to quote: “You are ordered to make all necessary arrangements to disassemble and vacate your current encampments at Melbourne General Cemetery by 08.00 hours, Tuesday next, and proceed by train to the temporary barracks now established on the South West outskirts of the City of Swan Hill. Your squad’s redeployment is required to assist in quelling an outbreak of the infection that has recently occurred in that locale. Upon arrival, you are to make yourself known to the camp commandant (name suppressed) by phone and all necessary transport arrangements to the camp will be put in place ...” Clear enough. A useful document - if I wished to go, unimpeded and by train, to Swan Hill. Did I? A boy could do worse, I thought. Hmm. What did I know about Swan Hill? It was the terminus of the northerly train line out of Melbourne and on the banks of the ‘Mighty Murray River’. A river-port for paddle steamers. Home to the giant Murray cod. And? Nope, that’s about all I knew about Swan Hill. So, naturally, I decided David and I should go there as soon as possible. I outlined my plan to David. The only aspect of the plan that he understood, I think, was that I wanted him to get inside the otherwise unoccupied (but extra- fancy) coffin which had been conveniently left in the crypt – and then to stay quiet for a very long time. David seemed dubious, very dubious. No matter, I would sleep on the details of my plan and elaborate on them to David in the morning – whether he wanted to listen to them or not.
“Y HALLSA AN TOWL SEWENI, ‘DHAV. POSSYBYL YW.” Ogh! Yn hwir, pur dhe les o an lyther ma. Yth esa y’n lyther kommand dhe’n para. Res o dhodho omworra dhe gen tyller, drefenn godros an zombis dhe vos dinerthys a-dro dhe Borth Melbourne. Ha, dhe ble re via kommandys hembrenkyas an para (serjont) mos rag kemmeres y soudoryon? Gas vy dhe redya dhiworth an lyther: “Kommandys osta dhe wul oll an dyghtyansow yw res rag gwaya dha wersellva an jydh hedhyw, Penn-Ynkleudhva Melbourne, kyns 08.00 eur an nessa dy’Meurth, ha mos dre dren dhe’n souderjiow rag tro re via drehevys lemmyn, godrevi an Sita Brenn an Alargh, dhe’n Soth-West. Kemmeres dhe gen tyller dha bara jy yw res rag gweres yn gorlinyans an tardhans nowydh re hwarva a-gynsow y’n tyller ma. Devedhys, ty a wra dha omgommendya dhe gommondant an gaslys (hanow suppressyes) dre bellgowser hag ev a wra gorra yn le oll an dyghtyansow yw res rag treusporth dhe’n gaslys ...” Kler lowr. Lyther pur dhe les - mar mynnen mos, gans tren ha heb lett, dhe Brenn an Alargh. A vynnen mos ena? Yma gwettha leow, a brederis. Hmm. Pyth a wodhyen a-dro dhe Brenn an Alargh? Pennhyns an linenn a’n gledhbarth dhiworth Melbourne, sita yw kevys war lannow an ‘Avon Murray Nerthek’. Porth-avon rag gorholyon- tan. Tre an barvus-gowr Murray. Ha? Na. Henn o oll a wodhyen vy a-dro dhe Vrenn an Alargh. Ytho, my a erviras a-dhistowgh y talvien, Davydh ha my, mos ena skonna gallen. My a dhiskudhas ow thowl dhe Dhavydh. Rann unnik an towl a gonvedhi, dell grysyn, o’m mynnas ev dhe entra a-ji dhe’n eler wag, meur hy afinans, a via gesys y’n gleudhgell – parys bos devnydhyes genen ni – ha, wosa henna, ow mynnas keffrys ev dhe besya kosel ynni dres termyn pur hir. Yth heveli Davydh bos leun a dhout. Ny vern. My a allsa prederi a-dro dhe’n manylyon y’m kosk – hag ena y hallsen aga deklarya dhe Dhavydh ternos vyttin – mar mynna goslowes orthymmo vy po mar na vynna.

Thank you to all who said they had found the Cornish resources on my website useful. I am very grateful to Esme Tackley for kindly going through the 'Phrases to learn by heart' document and its 'With info' companion and suggesting a range of corrections and amendments. These have now been incorporated and the revised versions of both documents uploaded. So, to maintain your Cornish accuracy, please download these updates. Thanks.
Meur ras dhe oll a leveris bos dhe les an asnodhow Kernewek orth ow gwiasva. Aswonav gras bras dhe Esme Tackley, neb a hwithras an skrifen 'Lavarennow dhe dhyski dre gov' ha'y versyon 'Gans kedhlow', ha profya nebes ewnansow ha chanjyow. Gwrys ya an chanjyow ma lemmyn hag ughkargys yw an dhiw skrifen. Ytho, rag gwitha dha kewerder yn Kernewek, gwra iskarga an versyons nowydh, mar pleg. Meur ras.

3But now I am old, and ye moreover, by his mercy, are of a sufficient age: be ye instead of me and my brother, and go forth and fight for our nation; but let the help which is from heaven be with you.
3Mes lemmyn gyllys koth ov, mes hwi dre versi Nev yw tevys dhe oes. Kemmerewgh ow le ha le ow broder, ha kewgh yn-mes hag omledhewgh a-barth agan kenedhel, ha bedhes an gweres hag a dheu a Nev genowgh.’

phr. I would r. my venja kens Lh.; gwell via genam; I'd r. be a hammer than a nail my venja kens bos morthol avel kenter; I'd r. go by train gwell via genam mos en tren See 'prefer'.
phr. I would r. my venja kens Lh.; gwell via genam; I'd r. be a hammer than a nail my venja kens bos morthol avel kenter; I'd r. go by train gwell via genam mos en tren See 'prefer'.

You and I in a little toy shop Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got Set them free at the break of dawn 'Til one by one they were gone Back at base bugs in the software Flash the message "something's out there!" Floating in the summer sky Ninety-nine red balloons go by Ninety-nine red balloons Floating in the summer sky Panic bells, it's red alert There's something here from somewhere else The war machine springs to life Opens up one eager eye Focusing it on the sky Where ninety-nine red balloons go by Ninety-nine decision street Ninety-nine ministers meet To worry, worry, super scurry Call the troops out in a hurry This is what we've waited for This is it, boys, this is war The president is on the line As ninety-nine red balloons go by Ninety-nine knights of the air Ride super high-tech jet fighters Everyone's a super hero Everyone's a captain Kirk With orders to identify To clarify and classify Scramble in the summer sky Ninety-nine red balloons go by As ninety-nine red balloons go by Ninety-nine dreams I have had In every one a red balloon It's all over and I'm standing pretty In this dust that was a city If I could find a souvenir Just to prove the world was here And here is a red balloon I think of you, and let it go
Ty ha my yn gwerthji gwariell A bren sagh pelyow-ayr gans arghans eus genen Ha'ga settya rydh prys bora Bys dhe bubonan gyllys. Yn selva buggs y’n medhelweyth 'Tiskwa messach "neppyth ena" Yn ebron Hav 'nija di Naw-deg, naw pel-ayr rudh a di Naw-deg naw pel-ayr rudh Ow nija yn ebron Hav Klegh eutha, gwarnyans kogh 'Ma omma neb tra a gen le. An jynn kas a dheu dhe vew A yger unn lagas ter War nev ow fogella di Naw-deg, naw pel-ayr rudh a di Naw-deg, naw Stret Ervira Naw-deg naw menyster a Rag serri, omserri, fysk yn ta Gelow festyn dhe bub mayni Hemm yw an pyth a hwansas Hemma yw, mab, yth yw kas 'Ma’n President war an linen A Naw-deg naw pel-ayr rudh a di Naw-deg, naw marghek a’n ayr Ow mos yn jetts bresel, ugh-tek, Pub onan yw gorgolonnek Pub onan yw Kapten Kirk Gans komondys rag aswon e Dhe glerhe ynwedh glass’he Yn ebron Hav ow fyski Naw-deg naw pel-ayr rudh a di Ha naw-deg naw pel-ayr rudh a di Naw-deg, naw hunros o dhymm Yn pubonan 'ma pel-ayr rudh Oll gorfennys yw hag yth ov tekka Yn doust ma esa yn sita Mar kallav vy kavos kovro Saw previ bos bys omma Hag ottomma pel-ayr rudh Y tyb 'dro dhis hag y asa

How was the weather in Italy? It was hot, certainly, very hot. What sort of salesman is James? Which man is your father-in-law? See over there! The short, fat person. Who was her true friend? We all went down to the beach together in order to swim. What is that behind the cupboard? It's surely an old newspaper. The abridgement of the book was too short, I think. I bought twelve new eggs at the farm. What time was it when she came home again? A few words are the best. There was not much wine left for dinner I wanted to go. I was between the rock and the sea. Aren't you cold by the door there? Put some oil in the engine; it's empty it seems. The story 'A Thousand and One Nights' is not one story but many stories in one book. How was the weather at that time? It was cold, very cold. There was a hole in the roof of her house and that same hole was wide.
Fatell o an gewer yn Itali? Poeth o, sur, pur boeth. Py par gwerther yw Jago? Py gour yw dha hwegron? Ottena! An den berr, tew. Piw o hy howethes wir? Ni oll warbarth eth yn-nans dhe'n treth rag neuvya. Pyth yw hemma a-dryv an amari? Paper-nowodhow koth yw, sur. Berrheans an lyver o re verr, dell dybav. My a brenas dewdhek oy nowydh y'n bargen-tir. Py eur o pan dheuth hi tre arta? Nebes geryow yw an gwella. Nyns esa meur a win gesys rag kinyow. Yth esa hwans dhymm a vones. Ynter an garrek ha'n mor yth esen vy. A nyns owgh hwi yeyn orth an daras ena? Gorr oyl a-ji dhe'n jynn; gwag yw, dell hevel. Nyns yw an hwedhel 'Mil Nos ha Nos' unn hwedhel mes lies hwedhel yn unn lyver. Fatell o an gewer y'n eur na? Oer o, pur oer. Yth esa toll yn to hy chi ha ledan o an keth toll na.

The sky was clear and the stars were growing bright. ‘It’s going to be a fine night,’ he said aloud. ‘That’s good for a beginning. I feel like walking. I can’t bear any more hanging about. I am going to start, and Gandalf must follow me.’ He turned to go back, and then slopped, for he heard voices, just round the corner by the end of Bagshot Row. One voice was certainly the old Gaffer’s; the other was strange, and somehow unpleasant. He could not make out what it said, but he heard the Gaffer’s answers, which were rather shrill. The old man seemed put out.
An ebron o kler hag yth esa an ster ow tos ha bos splann. ‘Y fydh nos deg,’ ev a a leveris . ‘Henn yw dalleth da. Y fynnav kerdhes. Ny allav vy perthi delatyans moy. Y fynnav vy dalleth, hag y fydh res dhe Gandalf ow holya.’ Ev a dreylyas rag dasweles, ha hedhi distowgh, drefenn ev dhe glywes levow, dres an gornell, ryb penn Rew Bagshot. Unn lev esa dhe’n Gafer, yn sur; an huni arall o koynt, hag anhwek yn neb fordh. Ny allas ev klywes an pyth a veu leverys ganso, mes ev a glywas gorthybow an Gafer, hag o nebes gluw. Dell hevel, an gour koth o ankresys.

During the first years that we lived in Penpons, there were, perhaps, no more than two televisions in the whole street. The parents of Kim E, a popular little boy, had one of them. Thus, every evening at five o’clock, many children gathered in Mr and Mrs E’s little sitting room to watch the children’s programmes. Often, there were, perhaps, twenty children in the little room. We watched programmes like The Lone Ranger and Crackerjack. As I remember, after the children’s programmes had finished, often there was a short story by O. Henry. After that, we had to go home!
Dres an kynsa bledhynnyow y trigen ni yn Penpons, nyns esa, martesen, marnas diw bellwolok y’n stret oll. Kerens Kim E, maw byghan gerys-da, a’s tevo onan anedha. Ytho, pub gorthugher dhe bymp eur, meur a fleghes a omguntella yn esedhva vyghan Mr ha Mrs E, rag mires orth an towlennow fleghes. Yn fenowgh, yth esa, martesen, ugens flogh y’n stevel vyghan. Ni a viri orth towlennow kepar ha The Lone Ranger ha Crackerjack. Dell borthav kov, wosa an towlennow fleghes dhe worfenna, yn fenowgh yth esa hwedhel berr gans O. Henry. Wosa henna, yth o res dhyn mos tre!

“I’d like to get some food to them – to keep them going till relief comes. If it comes. Any ideas?” I expected that Paul would think this a dangerous, if not impossible, task to achieve. But, no. His response was as quick as it was matter-of-fact: “There’s a truck parked just to the North of the cemetery in Lygon Street, a refrigerated truck like they use to make deliveries to supermarkets. I saw it on the afternoon of day two, just before everything went black for me. The diesel engine was still idling at the time and the refrigeration unit was still running. No sign of any driver. The truck might still be there.” Amazing. “And full of food?” I asked. “Probably. I didn’t bother to check inside. Charles and I had already raided the gate-keeper’s house. We didn’t need more food at that time – and it wasn’t worth the risk of exposing ourselves by going out in the open. However, as you can see, I made a mental note of the vehicle for future reference.” “Will you come with me and David to check it out?” “Fuck off!” said Paul. “You don’t need me and, even if you did, I’m not yet that hungry.” There was nothing more to be said. I called out to David. He didn’t come. I needed to go inside to arouse him from his afternoon torpor. (Yes, I did kick him and, yes, he did complain loudly.) “Come on, Dave. We’ve got work to do.”
“My a garsa kavoes nebes boes ragdha – rag aga skoedhya bys pan dheu difresyans. Mar teu ev. Eus tybyansow dhiso jy?” My re waytsa Powl dhe grysi bos hemma oberenn peryllus - ma na ve anpossybyl yn tien bos gwrys. Byttegyns, nyns o hemma y gryjyans mann. Y worthyp ev o uskis ha heb trynn: “Yma kert kevelsys parkyes a-gledhbarth an ynkleudhva yn Stret Lygon, kert- yeynell kepar dell yw usyes rag doen proviansow dhe’n gorvarghasow. My a’n welas dohajydh an nessa dydh, kyns dhe dhos an duder oll dhe’m brys. Yth esa hwath owth oberi yn lent an jynn disel y’n tor’ na. Nyns esa sin vyth a’y lywyer. Possybyl yw an kert dhe vos ena hwath.” Ass o hemma marthek. “Ha lenwys gans boes?” a wovynnis vy. “Gwirhaval yw. Ny omdroblis vy rag mires a-bervedh. My ha Charles re omsettsa seulabrys war ji porther. Nyns esa edhomm a voes moy y’n termyn na – ha ny dela an peryll dhe omdhiskwedhes yn apert. Byttegyns, dell yllydh gweles, my a notyas y’m brys presens a’n kert ma rag gul devnydh possybyl anodho y’n termyn a dho. “A vynnydh dos genev ha Davydh rag mires orto?” “Ke dhe-ves!” yn-medh Powl. “Nyns eus edhomm vyth dhywgh ahanan ha, mars esa edhomm yn hwir, ny vien hwath nownek lowr rag henna.” Nyns esa travyth moy bos leverys. My a elwis dhe Dhavydh. Ny dheuth ev. Res o dhymm entras a-bervedh rag y waya dhiworth marder y dhohajydh. (Ya, my a wrug y botya ha, ya, ev a wrug krodhvolas yn ughel.) “Deun yn-rag, ‘Dhav. Yma res dhyn a wul oberenn.”

I thought I understood what was going on. So, I addressed my next question to Paul: “Has His Royal Majesty taken the recent Roundhead advances very badly?” Paul smiled with relief. I had indeed understood what was going on. “His Royal Majesty is much affronted by the advance of the Parliamentarian army into his sovereign territory. He prays they all depart immediately.” “My dear Oliver,” interrupted Charles. “Surely you can do something about this business. You are, after all, titular head of the Parliamentarian forces. Surely you can recall those accursed Roundheads. And, if not you, what about General David? Surely you could do that for your Sovereign Lord.” Charles, it seemed, was now living in the era of the English Civil War of the 1640’s. This had been his fantasy playground from the first day I had met him. Now he had retreated there completely – for reasons that were not hard to guess at, given his recent traumatic experiences. “Well, Your Majesty, I’ll see what I can do. Shall we discuss it during High Tea – I have some fine provisions we might share while we discuss the formal terms of the disengagement.” I raised my backpack – filled with tinned ham and Christmas puddings. Paul’s face filled with joy – evidently, he and Charles had also been starving. “A fine proposal, Good Sir,” responded Charles. “Paul, lay out our finest tableware.” “Certainly, my Liege,” simpered Paul. Charles had always, in my experience, spoken in an exaggerated upper-class English accent. Indeed, I had assumed he was English at first. In fact, he was 6th generation Australian and had been educated in a Catholic boys’ school where the Brothers had, apparently, not known how to cope with their first openly and flamboyantly gay pupil. Curiously, for this era at least, he was much beloved by his fellow students – to the point where he was made the mascot for the school’s senior football team. (Charles, being short of stature, was definitely no athlete and the ‘position’ of mascot had, reportedly, suited him just fine.)
My a gonvedhas, dell grysyn, pyth esa ow hwarvos. Ytho, ow nessa kwestyon a veu leverys dhe Bowl: “A dhegemmeras Y Veuredh Ryel nowodhow pur dhrog a-dro dhe’n avonsyansow a-dhiwedhes an Bennow-rond?” Meur y dhiskeudh, Powl a vinhwerthas. Yn hwir, my re gonvedhsa pyth esa ow hwarvos. “Y Veuredh Ryel re veu arvedhys yn feur gans avonsyans an lu Senedhek yn y dir sovran. Ev a’th pys rag aga dibarth a-dhistowgh.” “Ow Oliver ker,” a wodorras Charles. “Ty a ylli yn sur gul neppyth a-dro dhe’n negys ma. Yth osta, wosa oll, penn war-lergh titel an luyow Senedhek. Ty a yll yn sur daselwel an Bennow-rond euthyk ma. Ha, ma na yllydh y wul, martesen Pennhembrenkyas Davydh? Ty a yll gul henna rag dha Arloedh Sovran.” Yth heveli Charles dhe driga yn oes an Vresel Sivil Sowsnek a’n blydhynyow 1640. An oes ma re via y arth-gwari a-dhia an kynsa dydh a dhothyen er y bynn. Lemmyn, ev re gildennsa ynno yn tien – drefenn achesonyow nag o kales dhe dhismygi wosa y berthyansow a-dhiwedhes, meur aga goliow, dell grysav. “Wel, Agas Meuredh, my a welvydh pyth a allav gul yn y gever. A vynnowgh hwi dadhla yn y gever dres Te Ughel? Yma dhymm nebes proviansow teg a allav kevrenna ha ni ow dadhla ambosow formel an powes. My a dhrehevis ow sagh-keyn, lenwys gans mordhos-hogh ha podins Nadelik. Leun a lowender o fas Powl – yth heveli agan bos ow famya keffrys, ev ha Charles an dhew. “Profyans pur dheg, Syrra Da,” a worthybis Charles. “A Bowl, gwra devnydh a’gan tekka daffar lymm.” “Yn sertan, ow Lij,” a fug-vinhwarthas Powl. Y’m perthyans vy, y kowssa Charles pup-prys yn fordh a Sows an renkas ughel. Yn hwir, my a grysi y vos sowsnek y’n kynsa le. Byttegyns, Ostralek an hweghves henedh o. Ev re via dyskys yn skol rag mebyon Gatholik ma na wodhya an Vreder handla aga hynsa studhyer o kethreydhel yn igor – ha, dres henna, liwus heb preder yndellna. Rag an oes ma, dhe’n lyha, koynt o y vos meurgerys gans y gesstudhyoryon – yn hwir, y hwrussens y vos maskot dhe vagas pelldroes an kottha skol. (Kott y ughelder, nyns o Charles athlet vyth hag ytho, yth esa an le-vagas ma (avel maskot) ow telledh yn ta dhodho, dell vien leverys.)

8Then said Boaz unto Ruth, Hearest thou not, my daughter? Go not to glean in another field, neither go from hence, but abide here fast by my maidens: 9let thine eyes be on the field that they do reap, and go thou after them: have I not charged the young men that they shall not touch thee? and when thou art athirst, go unto the vessels, and drink of that which the young men have drawn. 10Then she fell on her face, and bowed herself to the ground, and said unto him, Why have I found grace in thine eyes, that thou shouldest take knowledge of me, seeing I am a stranger? 11And Boaz answered and said unto her, It hath fully been shewed me, all that thou hast done unto thy mother in law since the death of thine husband: and how thou hast left thy father and thy mother, and the land of thy nativity, and art come unto a people which thou knewest not heretofore. 12The LORD recompense thy work, and a full reward be given thee of the LORD God of Israel, under whose wings thou art come to trust. 13Then she said, Let me find favour in thy sight, my lord; for that thou hast comforted me, and for that thou hast spoken friendly unto thine handmaid, though I be not like unto one of thine handmaidens.
8Hag yn-medh Boaz dhe Ruth, ‘A ny wruss'ta klewes, ow myrgh? Na ge dhe guntell gesigow yn ken gwel, ha na dremen alemma, mes glen ogas orth ow maghtethyon. 9Gwra attendya an gwel a wrons i mysi, ha mos war aga lergh. A ny wrugavy gorhemmynna dhe'n wesyon na wrellons dha dochya, ha pan vo syghes dhis, ena ty a yll mos dhe'n lestri hag eva a'n dowr a wra an wesyon tenna.’ 10Ha hi a goedhas war hy fas hag omblegya dhe'n dor, ha leverel dhodho, ‘Prag y kevis vy gras y'th tewlagas, ty dhe'm aswonn, ha my estren?’ 11Ha Boaz a worthybis ha leverel dhedhi, ‘Y feu leverys dhymm oll yn tien pup-tra re wruss'ta gul gans dha hweger, wosa mernans dha wour, ha ty a asas dha das ha'th vamm, ha pow dha enesigeth ha dos a-berth yn pobel na aswonnsys kyns. 12Re wrello an ARLOEDH attyli dha ober, ha kowal re bo dha bewas dhiworth an ARLOEDH, Duw Ysrael, may hwrussys dos yn-dann y eskelli dhe gavoes skovva.’ 13Hag yn-medh hi, ‘Gas vy dhe gavoes gras y'th tewlagas, ow arloedh, drefenn ty dhe'm konfortya, ha drefenn ty dhe gewsel orth kolonn dha vaghteth – ha my, nyns ov vy kepar hag onan a'th vaghtethyon.’

My age is sixty-five. I'm a poor fisherman. I learnt Cornish when I was a boy. I have been to sea with my father and five other men in a fishing boat. I heard scant a single word of English in the boat for a whole week. I never saw a Cornish book. I learnt Cornish going to sea with the old men. There are no more than four or five in our village who can talk Cornish now, old people, eighty years old. Cornish is all forgotten by the young people.
Bloodh vy yw trei ugens ha pemp. Yth erov vy den boghojek an puskes. My a wrug deski Kernowek [en] termyn [may] feu vy maw. My a veu dhe mor gen sira vy ha pemp den moy e'n kok. My a wrug skant lowr klowes udn ger Sowsnek kowsys e'n kok rag seythen war-barth. Na wrugav vy byskath gweles lever Kernowek. My a dheski Kernowek [ow] moas dhe mor gen tus koth. Nag eus moy avel pajar po pemp e'n drev nei a ell klappya Kernowek lebmyn, pobel koth, pajar ugens bloodh. Kernowek yw oll nakevys gen pobel yonk.