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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 just 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 Battered 12 string guitar And we all played Cushie Butterfield With verve and good cheer And oh how we wished Cushie Butterfield could hear Vote for this poem
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