The Song of The Pasty (1917)We give the following (from "Cornish Songs and Ditties") in view of the controversy between Lady
Mackinnon and Mr. W.H. Lane, as to whether the Cornish pasty is a blessing or a friend to the working man. I've got a sweet'urt--isn, my dear,
A sweet'urt never nasty;
I smack my lips to find et near-
My dear lil Cornish Pasty !
There's some in love with jug and glass
Or weth a pipe the days do pass-
I awnly wont my Pasty ! Refrain. Beef and taties and turmites too,
Savoury, hot, and sweet;
Pasties grand from Loveday's hand,
Fit for a king to eat. She rowls the daw and curls the paste,
Browns the crest so keerful;
Pokes the fire but not in haste,
Kens her temper cheerful.
Coorten and cookin's worth well doin',
Or love and pasties ed'n worth shewin',
So keep your temper cheerful ! There's pasties made ot figs and fish,
Of pilchards, licks, and cherries;
Of prickle hedgehogs-ef you wish,
Or lovely ripe blackberries. I've knaw'd of pasties made of clome
To taich a man Home Rule at home--
But I'd ruther have blackberries. My Loveday may not handsonme be,
Weth thurtlen eyes and freckles,
But not for gould would I swop she--
No, not for goulden shekels.
Weth truncher and weth rollin' pin
My Loveday my true love did win--
Aw ! wass the good of shekels? Refrain. For up to grass or underground
(Savoury, hot and sweet !)
Loveday's pasties I've allus found
Fit for a king to eat ! From Herbert Thomas' "Cornish Songs and Ditties." Notes From the Victorian newspaper Ballarat Courier 22 Aug 1917 p. 7.
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