Verse 1:
C#m D#m E D#m-C#m
Eli the Barrow Boy in the old town
sells coal and marigolds and he cries out
B C#m B-C#m
all down the day
Below the tamarack she is crying
corn cobs and candle wax for the buying
all down the day
+Chorus 1:
A E
Would, I could afford to buy my love a fine robe
A C#m
made of golden silk, Arabian thread
A E
she is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
B C#m
and I must push my barrow all the day
and I must push my barrow all the day
(Some kinda solo...)
Verse 2:
Eli the Barrow boy, when they found him
dressed all in corduroy, he had drowned in
the river down the way
They lay his body down in a church yard
But still when the moon is out, with his push cart
he calls down the day
+Chorus 2:
Would, I could afford to buy my love a fine gown
made of golden silk, Arabian thread
But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground
still, I push my barrow all the day
still, I push my barrow all the day