I'm a broken-hearted keelman An I'm o'er head in love Wi a young lass from Gateshead An I call her me dove. Her name's Cushie Butterfield An she sells yella clay An her cousin's a muckman An they call him Tom Gray. Chorus: She's a big lass She's a bonny lass An she likes her beer An I call her Cushie Butterfield An I wish she was here. Her eyes is like two holes In a blanket pulled through An her breath in the mornin Would scare a young coo. And when I hear her shoutin' Will you buy ony clay? Like a candyman's trumpet It steals me young heart away. Chorus:

Ye'll oft see her doon at Sandgate When the fresh herring comes in She's like a bagful o sawdust Tied round with string She wears big galoshes And her stockings was once white An her bedgown it's lilac An her hat's nivva straight. Chorus: When I axed her to marry us She started to laugh "Noo, Nyen o' yer monkey tricks For Aa like nee sic chaff" Then she started abubblin' An roared like a bull An the cheps on the Keel sez Aa's nowt but a fyeul Chorus: She sez "The chep that gets us He'll heh te work ivvery day An when he comes hyem at neet He'll need to gan an seek clay. An when he awa' seekin it Aall myek baals an sing O weel may the keel row That my laddie's in." Chorus:

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