Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
There we sat a-courtin'
My love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of Burgundy wine
Which my true love, did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl
Down by the banks below
I drew my saber through her
Which was a b***** knife
I threw her in the river
Which was an awful 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
Well now he sits by his cabin door
Oh Wiping his tear-brimmed eyes
Mourning for his only son
And hold his scaffold high
My race is run, beneath the sun
The devil is waiting for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly
Where me and my love did meet
There we sat a-courtin'
My love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of Burgundy wine
Which my true love, did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl
Down by the banks below
I drew my saber through her
Which was a b***** knife
I threw her in the river
Which was an awful 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
Well now he sits by his cabin door
Oh Wiping his tear-brimmed eyes
Mourning for his only son
And hold his scaffold high
My race is run, beneath the sun
The devil is waiting for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly