Chords for Elsie Marley

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[B] Do you care, Nelcy Marley, the wife that sells the barley?
She lost her basket and all of her money, A bag of her bush in the garden, innit?
Do you care, Nelcy Marley, the wife that [F#m] sells the barley?
She lost her basket and all of her money, A bag of her bush in the garden, innit?
[B] _ Nelcy Marley's grown so fine, she won't get up to feed the swine,
She lies in bed till eight or nine, [F#] surely she [F#m] is taking _ [B] time.
Do you care, Nelcy Marley, the wife that sells the barley?
She lost her basket and [F#m] all of her money, A bag of her bush in the garden, innit?
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_ Nelcy Marley, it's a need to talk, a want to walk the street,
But every lad in last year [F#] meets says, Do you care, Nelcy Marley, [B] innit?
Do you care, Nelcy Marley, the wife that sells the barley?
She lost her basket and all of her money, A bag [F#] of her bush in the garden, innit?
_ The farmers as they come, that way they drink with Nelcy every day,
And call the fiddle and forte and play, the chin of Nelcy [F#] Marley, innit? _ _
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_ _ _ _ My laddie sits I will lay talk, my laddie sits I will lay talk,
My laddie sits I will lay talk, [C#m] betwixt the pine-pot and the cup,
Hey Johnny, come down to your van, Johnny, come [G#] down to your van,
Johnny, come down to your van with a rile of money [B] you're in,
Me addles three halves a week, that's not better [F#] far than a day,
[B] He sits with his pipe in his cheek, and [C#] he bottles me money away,
My hinny [G#] is never there near, [C#m] my laddie is never [F#] there near,
When I crowd like [F#] a cong-hole, me parsons come [F#m] for more beer,
[B] My laddie sits I will lay talk, my laddie sits I will lay talk,
My laddie sits I will lay talk, [F#m] a bag [F#] of her bush in the garden, innit?
[B] Hey Johnny, come down to your van, Hey Johnny, come down to your van,
Hey Johnny, come down to your van with a rile of money [A] you're in,
[F#m] _ _ [B] _ Deacon Elsie, my lady, the wife that sells the barley,
She lost her basket and all of her money, [F#] a bag of her bush in the [B] garden, innit?
Deacon Elsie, my lady, the wife that [F#m] sells the barley,
[B] She lost her basket and all of her money, [E] a bag of her bush [F#m] in the garden, innit?
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