Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

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

She's a big
She's a bonny
And she her beer
And I call her Butterfield
And I she was here

Her eyes is like two
In a blanket through
And her breath in the
Would scare a coo

She big galoshes
And her stockings once was
And her bed gown lilac
And her never straight

Cushie

Aa's a broken hairted man and Aa's ower heed in luv
Wiv a young lass in an Aa caal hor me duv
Hor nyem's Cushie Butterfield and she sells Yalla
And her cousin is a and they caall 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 spyen a coo;
An' when aw her shootin "will ye buy ony clay,"
Like a candy man's trumpet, it ma young hart away.

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

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

She sez "The chep that gets me'll heh to 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'
may the keel 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 Butterfield an the chep at Shipcote.