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. Chorus 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. Chorus 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 !" Chorus 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. Chorus [Go Back] |
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