Cushie Butterfield

I'm a broken-hearted keel-man, what's ower heed in love
With a young lass from Gateshead and I call her my dove
Her name's Cushie Butterfield and she sells yellow clay
And her cousin's a muck-man and they call him Tom Grey

She's a big lass and a bonnie lass
And she likes her beer
And they call her Cushie Butterfield
And I wish she was here

Her eyes is like two holes in a blanket burnt through
And her broos of a morning would spyen a young coo
And when I hear her shootin', will ye buy any clay?
Like a candyman's trumpet, it steals my young heart away

She's a big lass and a bonnie lass
And she likes her beer
And they call her Cushie Butterfield
And I wish she was here

You'll oft see her doon at Sandgate when the fresh herring comes in
She's like a bag full of sawdust, tied roon' with a string
She wears big galoshes tae, and her stocking's once was white
And her bedgoon it's lilac and her hat's never straight

She's a big lass and a bonnie lass
And she likes her beer
And they call her Cushie Butterfield
And I wish she was here

When I asked her to marry us, she started to laugh
No, none of your monkey tricks for I like nae such chaff
Then she started a-bubbling and roared like a bull
And the chaps on the Quay says I's nowt but a fool

She's a big lass and a bonnie lass
And she likes her beer
And they call her Cushie Butterfield
And I wish she was here

She says, the man that gets us he had te work every day
And when he comes hyem at neet he'll have te gan and seek clay
And when he's away seekin' it I'll make balls and sing
Oh weel may the keel row that my laddie's in

She's a big lass and a bonnie lass
And she likes her beer
And they call her Cushie Butterfield
And I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish she was here



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Writer(s): Traditional, David Peter Haslam
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