Poem 55 of 230: TIN-MINERS’ LUNCH
Visiting relatives in Cornwall,
I saw the mines tin-miners mined,
The type of lunch they liked to eat,
And heard these tales about it all:
(spoken chorus)
(spoken chorus)
Tin-miners’ wives, with pasties ready,
Would cry “oggy, oggy, oggy”;
Then, in response, hungry miners
Would call back up with “oi, oi, oi”s.
Plus the real Cornish pasty’s strong-crust
Keeps the baked food inside it warm,
And, when it is properly done,
A fall down the mine won’t make it bust.
And miners’ wives...
And, for health or as bad-luck-blockers,
The, leftover, thick crimped crust-base -
Having had mining-mitts on it -
Would, by some, be ditched to the “Knockers."
And miners’ wives...
(C) David Franks 2003
Pasty dinner in Bude, Cornwall; 18/7/2023 |
Over the border in Exeter, Devon; 8/9/2015 |
Exeter Cathedral Green; 8/9/15 |
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