Cornwall, at the tip of
England’s pastures green,
Soaring hills, golden shores,
Awesome sights to be seen.
Whitewashed houses everywhere scattered
Over landscape where King Tin once mattered.
In times gone by, the world’s tin provider,
Now only chimneys are reminders
Of the days when Cornwall led the world,
When miners toiled and died to show
That King Tin really mattered.
Viaducts, chimneys, railway bridges,
Left as witness to a legacy
Of a lost industry, once so
Vital and alive
Now gone, just an archive.
Yes King Tin really mattered.