Cushie Butterfield


I's a broken hearted keelman and I's overhead in love
With a young lass in Gateshead and I call her my dove.
Her name is Cushie Butterfield and she sells yellow clay
And her cousin is a muckman and they call him Tom Grey.

She's a big lass and a bonny 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.
Her brows in a morning would spyen a young cow.
And when I hear her shouting "Will you buy any clay ?"
Like a candyman's trumpet, it steals my heart away.

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

You'll oft see her down at Sandgate when the fresh herring comes in.
She's like a bagful of sawdust tied round with a string.
She wears big galoshes too and her stockings once was white,
And her petticoat's lilac, and her hat's never straight.

She's a big lass and a bonny 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 tricks, for I like ne such chaff."
Then she started a blubbing, and she roared like a bull,
And the chaps on the quay says I's nought but a fool.

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

She says the chap that gets her must work every day.
And when he comes home at nights he must gang and seek clay.
And when he's away seeking, she'll make balls and sing,
"O well may the keel row that my laddie's in."

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

Midi sequenced by Terry Stephens
Used with permission

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