Eli the Barrow Boy

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