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



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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