Eli The Barrow Boy lyrics

Eli, the barrow boy

Of the old town

Sells coal and marigolds

And he cries out

All down the day



He lo the tamaracks

He is crying:

“Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying?

All down the day



“Would I could afford to buy my love a fine rove

Made of gold and silk Arabian thread

She is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove

And I must push my barrow all the day

And I must push my barrow all the day?



Eli, the barrow boy

When they found him

Dressed all in corduroy

He had drown in

The river down the way



They laid his body down in a church yard

But still when the moon is out

With his push cart

He calls down the day



“Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown

Made of gold and silk Arabian thread

But, I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground

And still I push my barrow all the day

Still I push my barrow all the day?
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