And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey? The wife that sells the barley, honey; She’s lost her pocket and all her money, Aback o’ the bush i’ th’ garden, honey. Elsie Marley is so neat, It is hard for one to walk the street, But every lad and lass they meet, Cries, do you ken Elsie Marley, honey? Elsie Marley wore a straw hat, Now she’s got a velvet cap, She may thank Lambton men for that, Do you ken Elsie Marley, honey. Elsie keeps wine, 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 come 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, The tune of “_Elsie Marley_,” honey. The sailors they will 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. Those gentlemen that 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 these lines I’ve penn’d, Hoping there’s none I do offend, And thus my merry joke doth end, Concerning Elsie Marley, honey. And do you ken, &c. CHESTER LADS FOR EVER. Thro’ Durham County, fam’d of old, Thro’ England, be it ever told, That Chester lads stood forth so bold, And Chester lads for ever. When Frenchmen heard of their intent, To Bonaparte in haste they sent, And said, since Chester thus is bent, We are ruin’d, sirs, for ever. O dreadful news! said Bonaparte, Enough to break each Frenchman’s heart; But let us try, with all our art, Those Chester lads to sever. Then firmly spoke Monsieur Otto, The Chester lads you little know, If them you think to overthrow; For they will fight for ever. Tho’ many millions you have slain, Yet what you’ve done is all in vain; You’ll never beat the Chester men, Nor cope with them--no never. The Consul call’d a council straight, And long and learned the debate; Each Frenchman tried, with all his weight, How France he might deliver. The issue of this parliament Was peace--the glorious grand event, Which gave each British heart content. And Chester lads for ever!!! LUMLEY LEADS TO GLORY. Come all ye lads who wish to shine Bright in Chester story, Haste to arms, and form the line, Where Lumley leads to glory. Charge the musket, point the lance, Brave the worst of dangers; Tell the blustering sons of France, That Chester fears no strangers. Chester, when the lion’s rous’d, And the flag is rearing, Always finds her sons dispos’d To drub the foe that’s daring. Charge the musket, &c.