“When Ponsandane calls to Laregan river,
There will be fine weather.
But we may look for rain
When Laregan calls to Ponsandane.”
Years ago there was a marsh between Penzance and Newlyn, now covered by the sea, known to the old people as the “Clodgy;” when the sea moaned there they said, “Clodgy is calling for rain.” Sometimes at the present day it is “Bucca” is calling, Bucca being the nickname in Penzance for the inhabitants of Newlyn.
“Penzance boys up in a tree,
Looking as wisht (weak, downcast) as wisht can be;
Newlyn ‘Buccas,’ strong as oak,
Knocking them down at every poke.”
The weather at Mount’s Bay is also foretold by the look of the Lizard land, which lies south: