Me zavaz war an dreath ha meeras urt an gorroll broaz lean e golow gwidn. Thera golow caar tha pow orol neb o pel drez an moar. Me alga gwellhas whathe an deeze warnotha, ago dilladgow era spladna gen lewiow, rooz, gwidn, blou, gwear. War an gorroll thera leeaz dean, stennorion ha rerol, gen ago gwregeth hago flehaz. Thera oatham a stennorion than bala wheal en Ostralya Thehow. Mennow gorrollion golowe thurt porthow Kernow a kemeras caar stennorion ha teeze Gernooak erel tha powiow pel.

Na, rag angye nag eram whola. En edn vlethan meeliow a stennorion araz agon pow bean rag golow tha Ostralya. Na, na reeg an dacrow reeg resak thurt a lagadgow na reeg resak rag buz edn dean. Thera e war an gorroll teag na. Therava stennor aweeth era golow tha Ostralya rag dendel mear a vuna.

Lebma edn ower e am sendgaz et e thefra a paya a dewvoh gleab. Me vedn doaz arta, meth e. Na vadama tha nakevy. Gwra credge them. Perama doaz arta nye veath muna louare ha nye ell dimetha. Na oram an peath a reegam lavaral. Scone, pagee deez arta scone, theram credge. Nena e reza moaz.

An gwenz whetha tha greffa lebben ha tho an gorroll bean en peldar, a pooza en gwenz. Scone na ra buz armorow gwage kerras than dreath. Pezealla termen vetha ne ra an armorow na e thegge thubba arta. Rava doaz arta nevra.

I stood on the beach and watched the big ship with its white sails full. It was sailing to another country far away across the sea. I could still see the people on it, their clothes shining with colour: red, white, blue and green. On the ship there were many people, miners and others with their wives and children. The mines in South Australia needed men. Often ships sailed from the Cornish ports taking away miners and other Cornish people to far countries.

No. It was not for them that I was crying. In one year thousands of miners left our small country to sail to Australia. No, the tears which were flowing from my eyes were flowing for just one man. He was on that beautiful ship. He was a miner too who was sailing to Australia to earn a lot of money.

An hour ago he held me in his arms, kissing my wet cheeks. "I will come back", he said. "I won't forget you. Believe me. When I return we will have enough money and we will be able to get married". I don't know what I said. "Soon, please come back soon", I think. Then he had to go.

The wind was blowing more strongly now and the ship was small in the distance, leaning in the wind. Soon only empty waves would roll towards the beach. How long would it be until those waves would carry him here again? Would he ever return?