Chords for Elsie Marley
Tempo:
127.7 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
F#m
C#m
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
[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?
[B]
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?
[C#m] [F#]
[G#]
[E] [F#]
[E] [B]
[F#]
[B]
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?
[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?
[B]
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?
[C#m] [F#]
[G#]
[E] [F#]
[E] [B]
[F#]
[B]
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?
Key:
B
F#
F#m
C#m
G#
B
F#
F#m
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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?
[B] _
_ 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? _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
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_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ 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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_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[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?
[B] _
_ 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? _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
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_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ 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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