Verse 1
I'm a broken-hearted keel-man whats ower heed in love
With a big lass from Gateshead and I call her my dove
Her name's Cushie Butterfield and she sells yellow clay
And her cousin's a muck-man 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
Verse 2
Her eyes is like two holes in a blanket burnt through
And her breath of a morning would knock out a coo
And when I hear her shoutin', Will ye buy any clay
Like a candyman's trumpet, steals my young 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
Verse 3
You'll oft see her doon Sandgate when the fresh herring comes in
She's like a bag full of sawdust tied roon' with a string
She wears big galoshes, and her stockin's once was white
And her bedgoon it'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
Verse 4
When I axed her to marry us she started to laugh
Noo, none of your monkey tricks for I take no such chaff
Then she started a-bubbling and she roared like a bull
And the lads on the Quay says I's nowt 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
Verse 5
She says, The lad that gets us has to work every day
And when he comes home at nigh he'll have to gan and seek clay
And when he's away seekin' it I'll make balls and sing
Oh 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
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