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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=101879" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cushie Butterfield</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm a broken-hearted keelman<br>and I'm o'er head in love<br>With a young lass from Gyetsid<br>And I call 'er my dove<br>Her name's Cushie Butterfield<br>And she sells yellow clay<br>And 'er cousins a muckman<br>And they call him Tom Gray<br>CHORUS<br>She's a big lass<br>She's a bonny lass<br>And she likes her beer<br>And I call her Cushie Butterfield<br>And I wish she was here<br>Her eyes is like two holes<br>In a blanket burnt through<br>And her breath in the mornin'<br>Would scare a young coo<br>She wears big galoshes<br>And her stockings once was white<br>And her bed gown it's lilac<br>And her hat's never straight<br>CHORUS<br>Cushie Butterfield<br>Aa's a broken hairted keel man and Aa's ower heed in luv<br>Wiv a young lass in Gyetsid an Aa caal hor me duv<br>Hor nyem's Cushie Butterfield and she sells Yalla clay<br>And her cousin is a muckman and they caall im Tom Gray.<br>Chorus- She's a big lass an' a bonnie lass an' she likes hor beer<br>An they caall hor Cushie Butterfield an' aa wish she war heor<br>Her eyes are like two holes in a blanket bornt throo,<br>An' her brows in a mornin wad spyen a young coo;<br>An' when aw heer her shootin "will ye buy ony clay,"<br>Like a candy man's trumpet, it steels ma young hart away.<br>Ye'll oft see hor doon at Sangit when the fresh harrin cims in,<br>She's like a bagfull o'saadust tied roond wiv a string;<br>She weers big galoshes tee, an' hor stockins once was white,<br>An' hor bedgoon it's laelock, but hor hat's nivver strite.<br>Chorus<br>Whan Aa axed hor te marry us, she started te laff;<br>"Noo, nyen o'yor munkey tricks, for Aa like nee such chaff"<br>Then she started a' blubblin' an' roared like a bull,<br>An' the cheps on the Keel ses As's nowt but a fyeul.<br>Chorus<br>She sez "The chep that gets me'll heh to work ivry day,<br>An when he cums hyem at neets hell heh te gan an' seek clay;<br>An' when he's away seekin't aal myek balls an' sing'<br>Weel may the keel row that my laddies in !"<br>Chorus<br>Noo, aw heer she hes anuther chep, an' he hews at Shipcote'<br>If aw thowt she wad deceive me, ah'd sure cut me throat;<br>Aal doon the river sailin, ansing "Aam afloat,"<br>Biddin addo te Cushy Butterfield an the chep at Shipcote.<br>Chorus</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Sting - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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and I'm o'er head in love
With a young lass from Gyetsid
And I call 'er my dove
Her name's Cushie Butterfield
And she sells yellow clay
And 'er cousins a muckman
And they call him Tom Gray
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She's a big lass
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