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Cushy Butterfield
Aws a broken-hearted keelman, an aws owerheed in luv
Wiv a yung lass in Gyetshead an aw calls he me duv
Her nyems Cushy Butterfield an' she sells yella clay
An her cusin is a milkman, an they call him Tom Gray
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Shes a big lass, an a bonny lass
An she likes her beer
An, they call her Cushy Butterfield
An aw wish she was here
Her eyes are like two holes in a blanket burnt throo
An her brows in a morning wad spyen a yung coo
An when aw heer he shootin Will ye buy ony clay
Like a candy mans trumpet, it steels maw young hart away
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Shes a big lass, an a bonny lass
An she likes her beer
An, they call her Cushy Butterfield
An aw wish she was here
Yell oft see hor doon at Sandgate when the fresh herrins cums in
Shes like a bagful o sawdust tied roond wiv string
She weers big golashes, te, an he stockins was wonce white
An her bedgoon is a laelock, an her hats nivor strite
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Shes a big lass, an a bonny lass
An she likes her beer
An, they call her Cushy Butterfield
An aw wish she was here
When aw axed her te marry me, she started te laff
Noo, nyen o yor munkey tricks, for aw like ne such chaff
Then she startd a bubblin, an she roard like a bull
An the cheps i the keep says awm nowt but a fyeul
Chorus
Shes a big lass, an a bonny lass
An she likes her beer
An, they call her Cushy Butterfield
An aw wish she was here
She says, the chep taht gets me'll heh te work ivry day
An when he cums hyen at neets he'll heh te gan an seek clay
An when hes away seekint aw'll myek balls an sing
Weel mey the keel row that maw laddies in
Chorus
Shes a big lass, an a bonny lass
An she likes her beer
An, they call her Cushy Butterfield
An aw wish she was here
Noo, aw heer she hes anuther chap, an he hews at Shipcote
If aw thowt she wad deceeve me, awd sure cut me throat
aw'll doon the river sailing and sing, awm afloat
Biddin adoo te Cushy Butterfield and the chep at shipcote
Chorus
Shes a big lass, an a bonny lass
An she likes her beer
An, they call her Cushy Butterfield
An aw wish she was here
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