Cushie Butterfield
As a broken hearted keelman and I'm over head in love.
With a young lass in Gateshead and they call her my dove.
Her name's Cushie Butterfield and she sells yellow clay.
And her cousin's a muckman and they call him Tom Gray.
She's a big lass, she's a Bonnie lass and she likes her beer.
And they call her Cushie Butterfield and I wish she was here.
Her eyes are like two holes in a blanket burnt through.
And her breath in the morning would scare a young cow.
And when you hear shouting, "Would you buy any clay?"
Like a candyman's trumpet, it steals my young heart away.
She's a big lass, she's a Bonnie lass and she likes her beer.
And they call her Cushie Butterfield and I wish she was here.
You'd oft see her down at Sandgate when the fresh herring comes in.
Like a bagful of sawdust tied round with a string.
She wears big galoshes and her stockings once was white.
And her bed down is lilac and her hat's never straight.
She's a big lass, she's 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 me, she started to laugh.
"Now none of your monkey business for a mid-wife such chaff!"
Then she started a blubbering and she roared like a bull.
And the chaps on the quay say I'm nought but a fool.
She's a big lass, she's a Bonnie lass and she likes her beer.
And they call her Cushie Butterfield and I wish she was here.
She's a big lass, she's a Bonnie lass and she likes her beer.
And they call her Cushie Butterfield and I wish she was here.
With a young lass in Gateshead and they call her my dove.
Her name's Cushie Butterfield and she sells yellow clay.
And her cousin's a muckman and they call him Tom Gray.
She's a big lass, she's a Bonnie lass and she likes her beer.
And they call her Cushie Butterfield and I wish she was here.
Her eyes are like two holes in a blanket burnt through.
And her breath in the morning would scare a young cow.
And when you hear shouting, "Would you buy any clay?"
Like a candyman's trumpet, it steals my young heart away.
She's a big lass, she's a Bonnie lass and she likes her beer.
And they call her Cushie Butterfield and I wish she was here.
You'd oft see her down at Sandgate when the fresh herring comes in.
Like a bagful of sawdust tied round with a string.
She wears big galoshes and her stockings once was white.
And her bed down is lilac and her hat's never straight.
She's a big lass, she's 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 me, she started to laugh.
"Now none of your monkey business for a mid-wife such chaff!"
Then she started a blubbering and she roared like a bull.
And the chaps on the quay say I'm nought but a fool.
She's a big lass, she's a Bonnie lass and she likes her beer.
And they call her Cushie Butterfield and I wish she was here.
She's a big lass, she's a Bonnie lass and she likes her beer.
And they call her Cushie Butterfield and I wish she was here.
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Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner
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