Down In The Willow Garden

Down in the willow garden Where me and my love did meet And there we sat a courting My love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine My love she did not know And there I poisoned that dear little girl Down by the banks below I drew my saber through her It was a bloody knife I threw her in the river It was a dreadful sight My father often told me That money would set me free If I did murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly Now he sits in his own cabin door A-wiping his tear-brimmed eye Weeping for his only son On yonder scaffold high My race is run beneath the sun The devil is waiting for me For I murdered that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly