Eli, the barrow boy
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 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!
But 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
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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 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"

Songwriter(s): Colin Meloy
Copyright: Osterozhna! Music, Music Of Stage Three
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