Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

I'm a keelman
and I'm o'er in love
a young lass from Gyetsid
And I call 'er my

Her Cushie Butterfield
And she sells clay
And 'er cousins a
And call him Tom Gray

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

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

She wears big
And her stockings was white
And her bed it's lilac
And her hat's never

Cushie

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

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

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

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

Whan Aa hor te marry us, she started te laff;
"Noo, nyen o'yor munkey tricks, for Aa nee such chaff"
Then she started a' an' roared like a bull,
An' the cheps on the 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 hell heh te gan an' clay;
An' when he's away seekin't aal myek balls an'
Weel may the keel row my laddies in !"

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