View source for Poem about Marazion Bowling-Green and Club

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Ny ol devethes war tyr glaz,<br>
Dho gware peliow, rag gun ehaz;<br>
Dibre tabm dah, hag eva badna,<br>
Mal nag wonnen, moaz gwadn trea,<br>
Mez ol krêv, en karenza vâz,<br>
Dho aras tyr, ha gunnes hâz
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Nei oll devedhys war tir glas,<br>
Dhe wari pelyow, rag 'gan 'eghes;<br>
Dybri tabm da, hag eva badna,<br>
M'hall[o] nagonen moas gwadn tre,<br>
Mes oll krev, en kerensa vas,<br>
Dhe aras tir, ha gonis has.
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We all come upon green land,<br>
To play bowls, for our health;<br>
To eat a good bit, and drink a drop,<br>
So that not one goes weak home,<br>
But all strong, in good friendship,<br>
To plow land, and sow seed.
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==Notes==
*Sent to ThomasTonkin (as published in Pryce)

==Links==
*Modern Cornish http://moderncornish.net/late-texts/Gwavas-William-poemaboutmarazionbowlinggreenandclub.html