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. 

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 is so neat,
It's hard for one to walk the street,
But ev'ry lad and lass they meet cries
Di' ye ken Elsie Marley, honey? 

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 keeps rum, gin, and ale,
in her house below the dale,
where ev'ry tradesman, up and down,
does call and spend his half-a-crown. 

Di' ye ken Elsie Marley, honey?
The wife that sells barley, honey';
She lost her pocket and all her money,
Aback o' the bush i' the garden, honey. 
The sailors they do call for flip,
As soon as they come from the ship,
And then begin to dance and skip
to the tune of "Elsie Marley" honey. 

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. 
So to conclude these lines I've penn'd,
Hoping there's none I do offend,
And thus my merry joke doth end,
Concerning Elsie Marley, honey. 

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.