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I went walking yesterday And visited the old church There is in that place, and I swear it An extremely large stone, circular in shape St Levan is the name of the hamlet and the saint And unless you are a crippled man or woman You’d do best to rush off to the valley For the cleft is ever increasing And while I was walking on the cliff It went on growing still more I reckon without doubt the end of the world Is coming to us before long According to the old legend St Levan would like to sit On the granite rock When good fisherman, he felt tired So he said, if the cleft should become A gap big enough to let through A loaded horse bearing two panniers At that very hour, judgement day will be upon us There’s nothing we can do about these prophetic words I reckon there’s no doubt the end of the world Is coming to us before long. St Levan, can it be That our Father is so angry at the state of the world That by the large cleft in your grey stone He is warning us that our judgement day is about to come – from end to end. I went walking yesterday And visited the old church There is in that place, and I swear it An extremely large stone, circular in shape St Levan is the name of the hamlet and the saint And unless you are a crippled man or woman You’d do best to rush off to the valley For the cleft is ever increasing And while I was walking on the cliff It went on growing still more; I reckon without doubt the end of the world Is coming to us before long! Is coming to us before long! Is coming to us before long!
Cornish[kw]
Yth esen vy ow kerdhes de Ha mos a wrug dhe'n eglos koth Ena yma, ha my a'n te Men euthek bras ha krenn y roth Selevan yw hanow a'n dre ha'n sans Ha marnas hwi yw den po benyn mans Gwell yw dhywgh hwi mos toth da bys dhe’n nans Rag bos an fals byth owth ynkressya Ha my ow kerdhes war an als Y hwrug hi pesya hwath Dhe'm tybyans vy, diwedh an bys heb mar A dheu dhyn hware! Herwydh an henhwedhel ankoth Y hwre Selevan esedha War'n men growanek a'y vodh Pan o skwith an pyskador da Ha del leveris ev, an fals pan vo Bolgh ledan lowr tremena may hallo Margh kargys gans dew banyer warnodho Dhe'n eur bur na dydh breus a vydh dhyn ni A'n geryow profosek ma Travydh ny yllyn ni gul Dhe'm tybyans vy diwedh an bys heb mar A dheu dhyn hware! Selevan, a yll bos Agan Tas ni mar serrys yn kever studh an bys Dre fals bras y'th fen loos Ma’gan gwarn ev bos distowgh agan dydh breus, hys-a-hys Yth esen vy ow kerdhes de Ha mos a wrug dhe'n eglos koth Ena yma, ha my a'n te Men euthek bras ha krenn y roth Selevan yw hanow a'n dre ha'n sans Ha marnas hwi yw den po benyn mans Gwell yw dhywgh hwi mos toth da bys dhe'n nans Rag bos an fals byth owth ynkressya Ha my ow kerdhes war an als Y hwrug hi pesya hwath Dhe'm tybyans vy, diwedh an bys heb mar A dheu dhyn hware! A dheu dhyn hware! A dheu dhyn hware!