Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

Her name's Cushie
And she sells yellow
And 'er a muckman
And call him Tom Gray

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

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

She big galoshes
And her once was white
And her bed gown it's
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 and she sells 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 caall hor Cushie Butterfield an' aa wish she war heor

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

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

Whan Aa axed hor te marry us, she te laff;
"Noo, o'yor munkey tricks, for Aa like nee such chaff"
Then she started a' 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 he cums hyem at neets hell heh te gan an' seek clay;
An' he's away seekin't aal myek balls an' sing'
Weel may the row that my laddies in !"

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