Eli, The Barrow Boy Testo

�Would I could afford to buy my love a fine rove
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 barrow boy
When they found him
Dressed all in corduroy
He had drown in
The river down the way
They laid his body down in a church yard
But still when the moon is out
With his push cart
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
And still I push my barrow all the day
Still I push my barrow all the day�