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All through the last winter
I sat on my own
Playing Cushie Butterfield
On my xylophone
I tried it as a two step
I tried it as waltz
Its not easy on a xylophone
To avoid playing shmaltz
But I got it just perfect
It sounded a treat
So I played it on my xylophone
As I walked down the street
And a busker with some bagpipes
Joined in to play with me
And we played Cushie Butterfield
That busker and me
And folk stood there just clapping
And tapping their feet
And soon there was a party 
All down that long street
But it wasn’t for long 
Were we on our own
For we soon heard the sound 
Of a tenor saxophone
And we all played Cushie Butterfield
And it sounded just great
Then the saxophone player
Was joined by his mate
Who played very jauntily
Casting notes afar
Playing the melody on 
His 12 string guitar
And we all played Cushie Butterfield
With verve and good cheer
And oh how we wished 
Cushie Butterfield could hear

Cushie Butterfiekd - 19th Century Geordie Folk Song

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