Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown
But still when the moon is out, with his pushcart
Dressed all in corduroy, he had drowned
And I must push my barrow all the day
But still I push my barrow all the day
Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe
He calls down the day
Sells coal and marigolds and he cries out
Below the tamarac she is crying
Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread?
Songwriter: Colin Patrick Meloy
Eli, the barrow boy, when they found him
Still I push my barrow all the day
They laid his body down in a churchyard
All down the day
In the river down the way
Publisher: OSTEROZHNA! MUSIC
All down the day
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread?
And I must push my barrow all the day
Eli, the barrow boy, you're the old town
She is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground