Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

I'm a keelman
and I'm head in love
a young lass from Gyetsid
And I 'er my dove

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

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

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

She big galoshes
And her stockings once was
And her bed gown it's
And her hat's straight

Cushie

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

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

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

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

Whan Aa hor te marry us, she started te laff;
"Noo, nyen o'yor tricks, for Aa like nee such chaff"
Then she a' blubblin' an' roared like a bull,
An' the cheps on the Keel ses 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 balls an' sing'
Weel may the keel row that my 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 sailin, ansing "Aam afloat,"
Biddin addo te Cushy Butterfield an the at Shipcote.