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=Lyrics=
 
=Lyrics=
 
<pre>
 
<pre>
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Where Will You Be For Christmas?
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I'm a broken hearted keelman
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And I'm o'erd in love
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With a young lass in Gateshead
 +
And I call her me dove.
 +
Her name's Cushie Butterfield
 +
And she sells yella clay
 +
And her cousin is a muckman
 +
And they call him Tom Grey.
  
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Where will you be for Christmas
+
She's a big lass she's a bonny lass
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Out in the falling snow
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And she likes her beer,
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Where will you be for Christmas
+
And I call her Cushie Butterfield
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I'd just like to know
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And I wish she was here.
  
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Love is a gift on Christmas
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Her eyes is like two holes
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Making your house a home
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In a blanket burnt through.
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You're breaking the heart of Christmas
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And her breath in the morning brows
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If you spend it alone
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Would scare a young cow
  
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Do you think of other years (other years)
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And when I hear her shouting
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Full of smiles instead of tears
+
"Will you buy any clay?"
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When life was fair and hope was high
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Like a candyman's trumpet,
 +
It steals my heart away.
  
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In a world of love
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She's a big lass she's a bonny lass
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You can feel the hope again (you can feel it)
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And she likes her beer,
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Let it hold you like a friend
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And I call her Cushie Butterfield
 +
And I wish she was here.
  
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The bells ring
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You'll oft see her down at Sandgate
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My heart sings
+
When the fresh herring comes in,
 +
She's like a bagful of sawdust
 +
Tied round with a string.
  
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Where will you be for Christmas
+
She wears big galoshes
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(where will you be for Christmas)
+
And her stockings once was white,
 +
And her petticoat's lilac,
 +
And her hat's never straight.
  
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Dream where you want to be
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She's a big lass she's a bonny lass
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(dream where you want to be)
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And she likes her beer,
 +
And I call her Cushie Butterfield
 +
And I wish she was here.
  
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Where will you be for Christmas
+
When I asked her to marry me
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(where will you be for Christmas)
+
She started to laugh,
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Please spend it with me
+
"Now none of your monkey tricks,
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(please spend it with me)
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For I like ne such chaff."
  
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(where will you be)
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Then she started a blubbing,
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(where will you be)
+
And she roared like a bull,
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(where will you be)
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And the chaps on the quay says
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(oh where will you be)
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I'm nought but a fool.
  
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I remember other years
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She's a big lass she's a bonny lass
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(I remember)
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And she likes her beer,
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Full of smiles instead of tears
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And I call her Cushie Butterfield
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When life was fair and hope was high
+
And I wish she was here.
  
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I can feel this hope again (I can feel it)
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She says the chap that gets her
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Pray it holds me like a friend forever (forever)
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Must work every day,
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And ever
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And when he comes home at nights
 +
He must gang and seek clay.
  
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Where will you be for Christmas
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And when he's away seeking,
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I know where I want to be
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She'll make balls and sing,
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(I know where I wanna be)
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"O well may the keel row
 +
That my laddie's in."
  
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Where will you be for Christmas
+
She's a big lass she's a bonny lass
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(Where will you be for Christmas)
+
And she likes her beer,
−
Please spend it
+
And I call her Cushie Butterfield
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With me
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And I wish she was here.
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Please spend it with me
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Please spend it with me
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Please spend it with me  
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<pre>
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Please spend it with me baby
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Aa's a broken hairted keel man and Aa's ower heed in luv
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Please spend it with me
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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 µim Tom Gray.
  
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Where will you be for Christmas
+
Chorus- She's a big lass an' a bonnie lass an' she likes hor beer
 +
An they caall hor Cushie Butterfield an' aa wish she war heor
 +
 
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Her eyes are like two holes in a blanket bornt throo,
 +
An' her brows in a mornin wad spyen a young coo;
 +
An' when aw heer her shootin"will ye buy ony clay,"
 +
Like a candy man's trumpet, it steels ma young hart away.
 +
 
 +
Ye'll oft see hor doon at Sangit when the fresh harrin cims in,
 +
She's like a bagfull o'saadust tied roond wiv a string;
 +
She weers big galoshes tee, an' hor stockins once was white,
 +
An' hor bedgoon it's laelock, but hor hat's nivver strite.
 +
 
 +
Chorus
 +
 
 +
Whan Aa axed hor te marry us, she started te laff;
 +
"Noo, nyen o'yor munkey tricks, for Aa like nee such chaff"
 +
Then she started a' blubblin' an' roared like a bull,
 +
An' the cheps on the Keel ses As's nowt but a fyeul.
 +
 
 +
Chorus
 +
 
 +
She sez "The chep that gets me'll heh to work ivry day,
 +
An when he cums hyem at neets he¦ll heh te gan an' seek clay;
 +
An' when he's away seekin't aal myek balls an' sing'
 +
Weel may the keel row that my laddies in !"
 +
 
 +
Chorus
 +
 
 +
Noo, aw heer she hes anuther chep, an' he hews at Shipcote'
 +
If aw thowt she wad deceive me, ah'd sure cut me throat;
 +
Aal doon the river sailin, an¦sing "Aam afloat,"
 +
Biddin addo te Cushy Butterfield an¦ the chep at Shipcote.
 +
 
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Chorus
 
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=References=
 
=References=
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''This section needs more information.''
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sources: discogs.com, NY Times
  
 
[[Category:Songs (Sting)]]
 
[[Category:Songs (Sting)]]

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"Cushie Butterfield"
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Recorded by Sting
Released: 1991-05-28
Recorded: YYYY
Length: 1:14
Album(s): For Our Children
Label(s): Walt Disney Music Company
Writer(s): Music: traditional

Lyrics: George Ridley

Producer(s): Danny Quatrochi / Sting
Studio(s): RECORDING STUDIO(S)
Released as single: NO

"Cushie Butterfield" is a traditional song (with lyrics by George Ridley) recorded by Sting in YYYY.

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Release History

Albums

"Cushie Butterfield" appears on the following album releases (please see links for further details on each title):

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Singles

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7" Singles

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Nominations

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Lyrics

I'm a broken hearted keelman 
And I'm o'erd in love
With a young lass in Gateshead
And I call her me dove.
Her name's Cushie Butterfield
And she sells yella clay 
And her cousin is a muckman 
And they call him Tom Grey.

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 morning brows
Would scare a young cow

And when I hear her shouting
"Will you buy any clay?"
Like a candyman's trumpet,
It steals my heart away.

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.

You'll oft see her down at Sandgate
When the fresh herring comes in,
She's like a bagful of sawdust
Tied round with a string.

She wears big galoshes 
And her stockings once was white,
And her petticoat'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 Butterfield
And I wish she was here.

When I asked her to marry me
She started to laugh,
"Now none of your monkey tricks,
For I like ne such chaff."

Then she started a blubbing,
And she roared like a bull,
And the chaps on the quay says
I'm nought but a fool.

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.

She says the chap that gets her
Must work every day,
And when he comes home at nights
He must gang and seek clay.

And when he's away seeking,
She'll make balls and sing,
"O well may the keel row
That my laddie's in."

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.

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 µim Tom Gray.

Chorus- She's a big lass an' a bonnie lass an' she likes hor beer
An they caall hor Cushie Butterfield an' aa wish she war heor

Her eyes are like two holes in a blanket bornt throo,
An' her brows in a mornin wad spyen a young coo;
An' when aw heer her shootin"will ye buy ony clay,"
Like a candy man's trumpet, it steels ma young hart away.

Ye'll oft see hor doon at Sangit when the fresh harrin cims in,
She's like a bagfull o'saadust tied roond wiv a string;
She weers big galoshes tee, an' hor stockins once was white,
An' hor bedgoon it's laelock, but hor hat's nivver strite.

Chorus

Whan Aa axed hor te marry us, she started te laff;
"Noo, nyen o'yor munkey tricks, for Aa like nee such chaff"
Then she started a' blubblin' an' roared like a bull,
An' the cheps on the Keel ses As's nowt but a fyeul.

Chorus

She sez "The chep that gets me'll heh to work ivry day,
An when he cums hyem at neets he¦ll heh te gan an' seek clay;
An' when he's away seekin't aal myek balls an' sing'
Weel may the keel row that my laddies in !"

Chorus

Noo, aw heer she hes anuther chep, an' he hews at Shipcote'
If aw thowt she wad deceive me, ah'd sure cut me throat;
Aal doon the river sailin, an¦sing "Aam afloat,"
Biddin addo te Cushy Butterfield an¦ the chep at Shipcote.

Chorus

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References

sources: discogs.com, NY Times

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