Mont Morin

HEAR THE SHARPENING O'THA KNIFE FER SOULS I HARVEST NOW FAR BEYOND THE FISHING QUAY WHERE AWAITS ME MONT MORIN AFORE A CORNISH DAWN AFORE A CORNISH DAWN YOU ASK FER HERE I'M BORN AN BRED AND COME BACK I MUST EVEN THOU I'M DEAD THE PAINTED SIGN'S A CLINKING OUR PARSON HE'S A THINKING RIDE UPON MY CART OLD DEAR TIS A FUNERAL IF YER PLEASE HEAR THE PUPS A SQUEAKING IN THIS BOX O' DREAMS NUMBERS RUNES OLD MANS TUNES HEAR THE SHARPENING O'THA KNIFE!