Brenda Wootton - Pasties And Cream (Full Programme, 1983)

Brenda Wootton's official website: https://www.brendawootton.org/ Keep up-to-date with the Brenda Blog: https://www.brendawootton.org/blog Merchandise available from Bandcamp: https://brendawootton.bandcamp.com/ Sue Ellery-Hill writes: This is a half-hour programme, ‘Pasties and Cream’ – one of a pair made by BBC Southwest in 1983, featuring Brenda performing and talking about some of her songs. It was also the title of the first track, filmed, most oddly, in a field full of cows somewhere in Cornwall. It was a mystery to me then, and still is – but here we are… she’d found a coachload of willing Cornish enthusiasts and transported them, and chairs, and cream teas, off into the Cornish countryside. The lady seated on a rug in the foreground with a frizzy mop of hair and 2 young children is me! This is the only song in the programme NOT written by Brenda’s friend and mentor, Cornish bard Richard Gendall – this a genuinely old one written over 100 years ago by Herbert Thomas, editor of the Cornishman newspaper for over 50 years. Somewhere she’d found a copy of the original manuscript, and it became one of her most popular love songs to Cornwall… I understand there are people nowadays who combine the two, and actually put Cornish cream in their pasties - I’m sure Herbert would be turning in his grave! Lyrics (written by Herbert Thomas): I sing of the county of pasties and cream, Of pilchards and herrings that sparkle and gleam In the dear old county of Cornwall! The land of pasties and cream! The land of the miners and fishermen bold, The land of the smugglers in stories of old, Where men go a’courting, and maids are not cold! In the dear old county of Cornwall! CHORUS: Cornwall, Cornwall, the dear old county of Cornwall! Pasties and cream, tin in the stream, Pilchards and herrings that sparkle and gleam! Though we may roam, Cornwall’s our home, The dear old county of Cornwall! Oh! know you the county of pasties and cream, With hay in the meadow and tin in the stream— The dear old county of Cornwall? The land of pasties and cream! The boats trail their nets through the star-spangled sea, The miners go down where the nuggies may be, And black eyes are laughing ‘pon you and ‘pon me In the dear old county of Cornwall! Cornwall, Cornwall, the dear old county of Cornwall! Pasties and cream, tin in the stream, Pilchards and herrings that sparkle and gleam! Though we may roam, Cornwall’s our home, The dear old county of Cornwall! Wherever we go ’tis of pasties and cream, Of clome and of scrowlers we Cornish will dream— From the dear old County of Cornwall! The land of pasties and cream! No cliffs are so rugged, no seas are so blue, No sands more like silver, no maidens more true, No land such a loadstone to me or to you As the dear old County of Cornwall! Cornwall, Cornwall, the dear old county of Cornwall! Pasties and cream, tin in the stream, Pilchards and herrings that sparkle and gleam! Though we may roam, Cornwall’s our home, The dear old county of Cornwall! As we watch the grey shores sink down in the sea No traitors to home and our sweethearts are we— To the dear old County of Cornwall! The land of pasties and cream! Wherever we travel our home will be dear, For loved ones we’ll toil, and for Cornwall we’ll cheer, And we’ll send home a smile, though we keep back a tear, For the dear old County of Cornwall! Cornwall, Cornwall, the dear old county of Cornwall! Pasties and cream, tin in the stream, Pilchards and herrings that sparkle and gleam! Though we may roam, Cornwall’s our home, The dear old county of Cornwall! For more information, visit the @cornishnationalmusicarchiv1885 : https://cornishnationalmusicarchive.c...