Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

I'm a keelman
and I'm o'er head in
With a lass from Gyetsid
And I 'er my dove

Her name's Cushie
And she yellow clay
And 'er cousins a
And they him Tom Gray

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

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

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

Cushie

Aa's a broken hairted keel man and ower heed in luv
Wiv a young in Gyetsid an Aa caal hor me duv
Hor nyem's Cushie and she sells Yalla clay
And her cousin is a and they 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 wish she war

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

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

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

She sez "The chep that me'll heh to work ivry day,
An when he cums hyem at neets hell heh te gan an' clay;
An' when he's away aal myek balls an' sing'
Weel may the 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 cut me throat;
Aal doon the sailin, ansing "Aam afloat,"
Biddin addo te Cushy Butterfield an the at Shipcote.