Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
Oh there we sit a-courting
My love dropped off to sleep
I had a bottle of the burglar's wine
Which my true love did not know
And there I poisoned my own true love
Down under the banks below
I drew my sabre (p*** 'saybree') through her
Which was a b***** knife
I threw her in the river
Which was a dreadful sight
My father always taught me
That money would set me free
If I'd murder that pretty little miss
Whose name is Rose Conley
He's sitting now in his own cottage door
A-wiping his weeping eyes
A-looking at his own dear son
Upon the scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun
Though hell's now waiting for me
I did murder that pretty little miss
Whose name is Rose Conley
Where me and my love did meet
Oh there we sit a-courting
My love dropped off to sleep
I had a bottle of the burglar's wine
Which my true love did not know
And there I poisoned my own true love
Down under the banks below
I drew my sabre (p*** 'saybree') through her
Which was a b***** knife
I threw her in the river
Which was a dreadful sight
My father always taught me
That money would set me free
If I'd murder that pretty little miss
Whose name is Rose Conley
He's sitting now in his own cottage door
A-wiping his weeping eyes
A-looking at his own dear son
Upon the scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun
Though hell's now waiting for me
I did murder that pretty little miss
Whose name is Rose Conley