Cushie Butterfield

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    I'm a broken-hearted keelman
    and I'm o'er head in love
    With a young lass from Gyetsid
    And I call 'er my dove

    Her name's Cushie Butterfield
    And she sells yellow clay
    And 'er cousins a muckman
    And they call him Tom Gray

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    She's a big lass
    She's a bonny lass
    And she likes her beer
    And I call her Cushie Butterfield
    And I wish she was here

    Her eyes is like two holes
    In a blanket burnt through
    And her breath in the mornin'
    Would scare a young coo

    She wears big galoshes
    And her stockings once was white
    And her bed gown it's lilac
    And her hat's never straight

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    Cushie Butterfield

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    Aa's a broken hairted keel man and Aa's ower heed in luv
    Wiv a young lass in Gyetsid an Aa caal hor me duv
    Hor nyem's Cushie Butterfield and she sells Yalla clay
    And her cousin is a muckman and they caall µim Tom Gray.

    Chorus- She's a big lass an' a bonnie lass an' she likes hor beer
    An they caall hor Cushie Butterfield an' aa wish she war heor

    Her eyes are like two holes in a blanket bornt throo,
    An' her brows in a mornin wad spyen a young coo;
    An' when aw heer her shootin "will ye buy ony clay,"
    Like a candy man's trumpet, it steels ma young hart away.

    Ye'll oft see hor doon at Sangit when the fresh harrin cims in,
    She's like a bagfull o'saadust tied roond wiv a string;
    She weers big galoshes tee, an' hor stockins once was white,
    An' hor bedgoon it's laelock, but hor hat's nivver strite.

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    Whan Aa axed hor te marry us, she started te laff;
    "Noo, nyen o'yor munkey tricks, for Aa like nee such chaff"
    Then she started a' blubblin' an' roared like a bull,
    An' the cheps on the Keel ses As's nowt but a fyeul.

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    She sez "The chep that gets me'll heh to work ivry day,
    An when he cums hyem at neets he¦ll heh te gan an' seek clay;
    An' when he's away seekin't aal myek balls an' sing'
    Weel may the keel row that my laddies in !"

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    Noo, aw heer she hes anuther chep, an' he hews at Shipcote'
    If aw thowt she wad deceive me, ah'd sure cut me throat;
    Aal doon the river sailin, an¦sing "Aam afloat,"
    Biddin addo te Cushy Butterfield an¦ the chep at Shipcote.

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    Composición: Gordon Sumner

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