She is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
Dressed all in corduroy he had drowned in the river down the way
They laid his body down in a church yard
Below the tamaracks he is crying
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
"Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe?
Eli, the barrow boy when they found him
And I must push my barrow all the day
And I must push my barrow all the day”
“Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown?
But, I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground
Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying all down the day
But still when the moon is out with his push cart he calls down the day
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
And still I push my barrow all the day
