I'm an engine driver. On a long run, on a long run. Would I work beside her. She's a long one, such a long one. . And if you don't love me. Let me go.
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!".