Audra Mae - Eli, The Barrow Boy lyrics

Eli, the Barrow Boy, from the old town
Sells coal and marigolds and he cries
Out all down the day
Below the Tamarac 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 robe
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 drowned in the river down the way
They laid his body down in a churchyard
But still when the moon is out
With his pushcart 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
But still I push my barrow all the day
So I push my barrow all the day

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So I push my barrow all the day