down in the willow garden

down in the willow garden

where me and my love did meet

as we set there 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 saber through her

it was a bloody knife

i threw her in the river

which was a dreadful sight. my father oft had 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 now waits for me

for i did murder that dear little girl

whose name was rose connelly.