Eli, The Barrow Boy Lyrics

Artist: The Decemberists
Album: Picaresque

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:
€œCorn cobs and candle wax for the buying€?
All down the day

€œWould 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

€œWould 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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