The Minstrel Boy

	Eli, the barrow boy of the old town
	Sells coal and marigolds and he cries out all down the day
	Below the tamaracks he is crying
	Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying 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 a pine grove
	And I must push my barrow all the day
	And I must push my barrow all the dayâ€
	Eli, the barrow boy when they found him
	Dressed all in corduroy he had drowned 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
	â€½Would 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 dayâ€

	Eli, the barrow boy of the old town
	Sells coal and marigolds and he cries out all down the day
	Below the tamaracks he is crying
	Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying 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 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 drowned 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