Elsie Marley



chorus: Di' ye ken Elsie Marley, honey

The wife that sells the barley,honey

She lost her pocket and all her money

A-back o' the bush in the garden, honey



Elsie Marley's grown so fine

She won't get up to serve the swine

But lies in bed till eight or nine

And surely she does take her time.



Elsie Marley is so neat

It's hard for one to walk the street

But every lad and lass they meet

Cries "Di' ye ken Elsie Marley, honey?"



Elsie Marley wore a straw hat

But now she's getten a velvet cap

The Lambton lads mun pay for that

Di' ye ken Elsie Marley, honey?



Elsie keeps rum, gin and ale

In her house below the dale

Where every tradesman, up and down

Does call and spend his half-a-crown.



The farmers as they cum that way

They drink with Elsie every day

And call the fiddler for to play

The tune of Elsie Marley, honey.



The pitmen and the keelmen trim

They drink Bumbo made of gin

And for to dance they do begin

To the tune of Elsie Marley, honey.



Those gentlemen who go so fine

They'll treat her with a bottle of wine

And freely they'll sit down and dine

Along with Elsie Marley, honey.



So to conclude those lines I've penn'd

Hoping there's none I do offend

And thus my merry joke does end

Concerning Elsie Marley, honey.



from Songs of Northern England, Stokoe

Note: mentioned in Byker Hill

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