Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet And as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine; my love, she did not know And so I poisoned that dear little girl along the banks below Along the banks below
I drew my saber through her; it was a bloody night I threw her in the river, which was a dreadful sight My father often told me that money would set me free And so I murdered that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly Whose name was Rose Connelly
My father sits at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes His only son soon should walk to yonder scaffold high My race is run beneath the sun; the scaffold now waits for me For I did murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly Whose name was Rose Connelly Whose name was Rose Connelly
Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet And as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine; my love, she did not know And so I poisoned that dear little girl along the banks below Along the banks below
I drew my saber through her; it was a bloody night I threw her in the river, which was a dreadful sight My father often told me that money would set me free And so I murdered that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly Whose name was Rose Connelly
My father sits at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes His only son soon should walk to yonder scaffold high My race is run beneath the sun; the scaffold now waits for me For I did murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly Whose name was Rose Connelly Whose name was Rose Connelly