Artist: The Decemberists
Album: Picaresque
Song: Eli, The Barrow Boy
Capo 4
(Intro:)
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Eli the barrowboy of the old town
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Sells coal and marigolds and he cries out
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All down the day
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Below the tamaracks he is crying
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Corncobs and candlewax for the buying
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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 the pine grove
And I must push my barrow all the day
And I must push my barrow all the day
(Interlude:)
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Eli the barrowboy when they found him
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Dressed all in corduroy, he had drowned in
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The river down the way
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They lay his body down in a churchyard
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But still when the moon is out with his pushcart
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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 the church ground
But still I push my barrow all the day
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But still I push my barrow all the day