Land’s End indeed, as pounding seas
and craggy cliffs remind us still
of this the seat where Arthur ruled
and Celts held on with stoic will.
Scraped lives from harsh and windy moors,
and fought to fill their nets with fish,
searched for copper, tin and clay,
survive with pride their only wish.
Bound by water on three sides,
village and coast such sights to see,
her people, survive nature’s whim,
heirs to proud, rebellious history.