The one aboot Cushie Butterfield
I'm a broken hearted keelman, an' I'm o'er head in love,
With a young lass from Gateshead, an' I caal her me dove.
Her name is Cushie Butterfield, an' she sells yella clay,
An' her cousin is a muckman, an' they caal him Tom Gray.
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She's a big lass, she's a bonny lass, an' she likes hor beer,
An' they caal her Cushie Butterfield, an' I wish she was here.
Her eyes are like two holes in a blanket pulled through,
An' her breath in the mornin' would scare a young coo.
An' when a hear 'er shoutin' - willya buy any clay?
Like a candyman's trumpet - steals me young heart away.
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Ye'll see her doon Sandgate when the fresh herring comes in,
She's like a bag full o' sawdust tied roond with a string.
She wears big galoshes, and 'er stockings was once white,
An' her bedgoon it's lilac, an' her hat's nivvor strite.
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When I asked her to marry uz, she started to laugh,
"Noo, nyen o' yer monkey tricks, for ah like nee sic chaff".
Then she started a bubblin an' roared like a bull,
An' the chaps on the keel sez aa'm nowt but a fyeul.
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She said "the chap that gets uz will have te work ivvery day,
An' when he comes hyem at neet, he'll have te gan an' seek clay.
An' when he's away seekin it, aall myek baalls an' sing,
O weel make the keel row that my laddie's in".
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With a young lass from Gateshead, an' I caal her me dove.
Her name is Cushie Butterfield, an' she sells yella clay,
An' her cousin is a muckman, an' they caal him Tom Gray.
CHORUS:-
She's a big lass, she's a bonny lass, an' she likes hor beer,
An' they caal her Cushie Butterfield, an' I wish she was here.
Her eyes are like two holes in a blanket pulled through,
An' her breath in the mornin' would scare a young coo.
An' when a hear 'er shoutin' - willya buy any clay?
Like a candyman's trumpet - steals me young heart away.
CHORUS
Ye'll see her doon Sandgate when the fresh herring comes in,
She's like a bag full o' sawdust tied roond with a string.
She wears big galoshes, and 'er stockings was once white,
An' her bedgoon it's lilac, an' her hat's nivvor strite.
CHORUS
When I asked her to marry uz, she started to laugh,
"Noo, nyen o' yer monkey tricks, for ah like nee sic chaff".
Then she started a bubblin an' roared like a bull,
An' the chaps on the keel sez aa'm nowt but a fyeul.
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She said "the chap that gets uz will have te work ivvery day,
An' when he comes hyem at neet, he'll have te gan an' seek clay.
An' when he's away seekin it, aall myek baalls an' sing,
O weel make the keel row that my laddie's in".
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Listen to Sting sing Cushie Butterfield !! (Real Player)