Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

Her name's Butterfield
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 wish she was

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

She wears big
And her once was white
And her bed gown it's
And her hat's never

Cushie

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

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

Her eyes are like two holes in a bornt throo,
An' her brows in a mornin wad 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 at Sangit when the fresh harrin cims in,
She's like a o'saadust tied roond wiv a string;
She weers big galoshes tee, an' hor stockins 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 nee such chaff"
Then she started a' blubblin' an' roared a bull,
An' the on the Keel ses As's nowt but a fyeul.

She sez "The chep that gets heh to work ivry day,
An when he hyem at neets hell heh te gan an' seek clay;
An' when he's away seekin't aal myek balls an'
Weel may the keel row my laddies in !"

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