I'm a broken-hearted keelman 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 CHORUS She's a big lass She's a bonny lass And she likes her beer And I call her Cushie Butterfield And I wish she was here Her eyes is like two holes In a blanket burnt through And her breath in the mornin' Would scare a young coo She wears big galoshes And her stockings once was white And her bed gown it's lilac And her hat's never straight CHORUS Cushie Butterfield Aa's a broken hairted keel man and Aa's ower heed in luv Wiv a young lass in Gyetsid an Aa caal hor me duv Hor nyem's Cushie Butterfield and she sells Yalla clay And her cousin is a muckman and they caall