Down In The Willow Garden

Down in the willow garden

Where me and my true love did meet

It was there, we went a courting

My love fell off to sleep

I had a bottle of burgundy wine

My true love, she did not know

It was there, I murdered that dear little girl

Down on the banks below

I drew my saber through her

It was a bloody knife

I threw her into the river

And it was an awful sight

My father often, he told me

That money would set me free

If I'd but murdered that dear little girl

Who's name was Rose Connelly

Now, he stands at his cabin door

Wiping his tear dimmed eye

Gazing on his own dear son

Upon the gallows high

My race is run beneath the sun

The devil is waiting for me

For I did murder that dear little girl

Who's name was Rose Connelly

Down in the willow garden

Where me and my true love did meet

It was there, we went a courting

My love fell off to sleep

I had a bottle of burgundy wine

My true love, she did not know

It was there, I murdered that dear little girl

Down on the banks below