Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

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

She's a big
a bonny lass
And she likes her
And I call her Butterfield
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 once was
And her bed gown lilac
And her never straight

Cushie

Aa's a broken hairted keel man and Aa's ower in luv
Wiv a young in Gyetsid an Aa caal hor me duv
Hor nyem's Cushie Butterfield and she sells clay
And her cousin is a muckman and they im Tom Gray.

Chorus- She's a big lass an' a lass an' she likes hor beer
An they caall hor Butterfield an' aa wish she war heor

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

oft see hor doon at Sangit when the fresh harrin cims in,
She's like a o'saadust 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 hor te marry us, she started te laff;
"Noo, nyen o'yor munkey tricks, for Aa like nee chaff"
Then she started a' blubblin' an' like a bull,
An' the on the Keel ses As's nowt but a fyeul.

She sez "The that 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 myek an' sing'
Weel may the keel row my laddies in !"

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