Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

Her Cushie Butterfield
And she sells yellow
And 'er a muckman
And they 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 eyes is two holes
In a blanket burnt
And her in the mornin'
Would a young coo

She wears big
And her once was white
And her bed gown it's
And her hat's never

Cushie

Aa's a broken hairted keel man and Aa's heed in luv
Wiv a lass in Gyetsid an Aa caal hor me duv
Hor nyem's Cushie Butterfield and she sells 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 Cushie Butterfield an' aa she war heor

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

Ye'll oft see hor doon at Sangit when the harrin cims in,
She's like a o'saadust tied roond wiv a string;
She weers big tee, an' hor stockins once 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 munkey tricks, for Aa like nee chaff"
Then she a' blubblin' an' roared like a bull,
An' the on the Keel ses As's nowt but a fyeul.

She sez "The chep that gets me'll heh to ivry day,
An when he cums hyem at neets hell heh te gan an' seek
An' when away seekin't aal myek balls an' sing'
Weel may the row that my laddies in !"

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