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  • Eli, the barrowboy, you're the old town
  • Sells coal and marigolds and he cries out all down the day
  • Below the tamarac she is crying
  • Corn cobs and candlewax 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 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 churchyard
  • But still when the moon is out, with his pushcart, 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
  • But still I push my barrow all the day
  • Still I push my barrow all the day

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