Eli The Barrow Boy taby ukulele według The Decemberists

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Eli, the barrow boy Of the old town
 

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Sells coal and marigolds  As 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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Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying

G            Am
All down the day
 



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Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe


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Made of gold and silk Arabian  thread

 
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But she is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
 
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And I must push my barrow all the day
 
    G                            Am 
And I must push my barrow all the day
 


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Eli, the barrow boy  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 laid his body down in a  churchyard
 
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But still when the moon is out With his  push cart
 

    G             Am
He calls down the  day
 

 

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Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown
 
F                            Am
Made of gold and silk Arabian  thread


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But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground
 
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And still I push my barrow all the day
 
G                              Am
Still I push my barrow all the day”