Lyrics

Oh hear the waves 'gainst cliffs so steep
And Lizard's lore, it runs so deep
Pilchard King, reigns in the tide
His silver shoals, in seas they glide
From Cadgwith Cove to Lamorna's sound
The nets pull up what depths unbound
To Tintagel's ancient halls where echoes chime
Through Trelawny's spirit, the Cornish hymn through time
Herring, mackerel in the Cornish brine
They dance with bass beneath the foam and pine
From Polperro to the mount of St. Michael's isle
The fishermen sing of the Pilchard King, with a hearty smile
Oh, the tales of Mousehole's lights so grand
Where the sea sprays up like grains of sand
Echoes of the Pilchard King they fill the air
As they haul their catch with time to spare
From Porthleven to Newlyn's bay
They brave the swells, come what may