Sting - Cushie Butterfield - Текст песни

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