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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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS 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 im 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 hell 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, ansing "Aam afloat," Biddin addo te Cushy Butterfield an the chep at Shipcote. Chorus
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