Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

Her name's Butterfield
And she yellow clay
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 scare a coo

She big galoshes
And her stockings was white
And her bed gown lilac
And her hat's never

Cushie

a broken hairted keel 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 an' a bonnie lass an' she likes hor beer
An caall hor Cushie Butterfield an' aa wish she war heor

Her eyes are like two holes in a bornt throo,
An' her in a mornin wad spyen a young coo;
An' aw heer her shootin "will ye buy ony clay,"
Like a man's 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 it's laelock, but hor hat's nivver strite.

Whan Aa hor te marry us, she started 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 that me'll heh to work ivry day,
An when he cums at neets hell heh te gan an' seek clay;
An' when he's away aal myek balls an' sing'
Weel may the keel row my laddies in !"

Noo, aw heer she hes anuther chep, an' he 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.