[ArizonaT3a]

Peter Chump my Pirate Parrapup

"Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
But 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"

This is a picture of a part in my story for Peter when his first love leaves and he dies yet tries to be strong and ignore it by doing what he normally does everyday...

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"

Expect more parts to my story but for now I will be going to sleep, buh-bye!