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Di’ ye ken Elsie Marley, honey,
The wife that sells the barley,honey;
She lost her pocket and all her money
Aback o’ the bush i' 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 ye meet
Cries “Di’ ye ken Elsie Marley, honey?”
