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Cushie Butterfield

Words by George Ridley (1834 - 1864)
to a traditional tune.
MIDI

    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.


    Chorus:
        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.

    Chorus:
        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.

    Chorus:
        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 axed 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.

    Chorus:
        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."

    Chorus:
        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.



*   "spyen" - dry up a cow's milk.