Down In The Willow Garden

Down in the Willow garden Where me and my love did meet As we sat a courtin' My love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of Burgundy wine My love she did not know So I poisoned that dear little girl On the banks below I drew a sabre through her It was a bloody knife I threw her in the river Which was a dreadful sign My father often told me That money would set me free If I would murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly My father sits at his cabin door Wiping his tear dimmed eyes For his only son soon shall walk To yonder scaffold high My race is run beneath the sun The scaffold waits for me For I did murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly