Death of a Padstow Boy

On a cold morn in May the old man passed away With his family there by his side And surrounded by friends he knew his time would end As he ebbed with the outgoing tide Still he asked to extend to his fusilier friends With whom he'd made the racket and noise Well his thanks and his praise for the finest of days And for all of the pleasure and joy
Bound far away, leaving today To finally dance with his Queen of the May once again We'll miss you now my friend
Many hours as a boy I would listen with joy To his stories of Cornwall of old But like yesterday's sun all the miners have gone And the heart of a county is sold He'd looked on with distain with the farmers restrained And the fisherman forced to retire But they could not take away Padstow's first day of May Cos it burned in his soul like a fire
Bound far away, leaving today To finally dance with his Queen of the May once again We'll miss you now my friend
Well his lips they did shake and his heart it did break As he struggled to find his own voice This is where I was born on a cold winter morn And I'll die here if I have the choice Then his eyes opened wide and they glistened with pride As he finally made the last sound In a voice loud and striking cried Kernow Bys Vyken, His hand promptly fell to the ground
Bound far away, leaving today To finally dance with his Queen of the May once again We'll miss you now my friend
And so on George's Well we bid him the farewell And the tears they rolled up in our eyes Still we knew very well through the tales we would tell That the oldest of friends never die Onto Stepper we went and with each scatter sent His body back into the sea I stood there and cried but I knew deep inside That the old man would live on through me
Bound far away, he's leaving today To finally dance with his Queen of the May once again We'll miss you now my friend
Cos you're bound far away, leaving today To finally dance with his Queen of the May once again We'll miss you now my friend
Now you're gone