Cushie b***erfield Lyrics

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 b***erfield
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 b***erfield
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

She's a big lass
She's a bonny lass
And she likes her beer
And I call her Cushie b***erfield
And I wish she was here