Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

I'm a keelman
and I'm o'er in love
With a young from Gyetsid
And I 'er my dove

Her name's Cushie
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 call her Cushie
And I she was here

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

She big galoshes
And her stockings was white
And her bed gown lilac
And her hat's straight

Cushie

Aa's a broken hairted keel man and Aa's heed in luv
Wiv a young in Gyetsid 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 lass an' she likes hor
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' when aw heer her "will ye buy ony clay,"
Like a candy man's trumpet, it steels ma hart away.

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

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

She sez "The chep gets me'll heh to work ivry day,
An he cums hyem at neets hell 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 river sailin, "Aam afloat,"
Biddin addo te Butterfield an the chep at Shipcote.