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”