eli, the barrowboy of the old town
sells coal and marigolds and he cries out
all down the day
below the tamaracks he is crying
"corn cobs and candlewax for the buying!"
all down the day
"would ı could afford to buy my love a fine robe
made of gold and silk arabian thread
but she is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
and ı must push my barrow all the day
and ı must push my barrow all the day"
eli, the barrowboy, when they found him
dressed all in corduroy, he had drowned in
the river down the way
they laid his body down in a church yard
but still when the moon is out
with his pushcart he calls down the day
"would ı could afford to buy my love a fine gown
made of gold and silk arabian thread
but ı am dead and gone and lying in a church ground
but still ı push my barrow all the day
still ı push my barrow all the day"
