There is a chough at the Lizard Here again and without help And for some it was a miracle But we know she will return. The chough, black her colour Red her curved beak as well as her legs On a cliff, Cornwall lives yet Although she’s said to be dead Not dead, not dead King Arthur is not dead There’s a Lands End chough A cliff echoes with the cry “A great king Arthur lives” They tell loud to us The chough, black her colour Red her curved beak as well as her legs On a cliff, Cornwall lives yet Although she’s said to be dead Not dead, not dead King Arthur is not dead There’s a chough in the Roseland The place where Lord Jesus walked While flying all about There’s our bird marvellous The chough, black her colour Red her curved beak as well as her legs On a cliff, Cornwall lives yet Although she’s said to be dead Not dead, not dead King Arthur is not dead There’s a chough at Penhale By our Peran’s oratory Amongst towan and ancient mine. Oh! chough for everyone! The chough, black her colour Red her curved beak as well as her legs On a cliff, Cornwall lives yet Although she’s said to be dead Not dead, not dead King Arthur is not dead
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