Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

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

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

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

She wears big
And her stockings once was
And her bed it's lilac
And her hat's straight

Cushie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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