Eli, The Barrow Boy - The Decemberists

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

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 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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