Down in the willow garden
My love and I did meet
And there we went a courting
My love she fell to sleep
I took a bottle of Bullers wine
My true love she did not know
I killed that girl my own true love
Down by the banks below
And I drew my saber through her
Which was a b***** night
I threw her into the river
Which was a dreadful sight
My father he always told me
That money would set me free
If ever I did murder that gal
Who's name was Rose Connely
He sitting now at his own cottage door
Wiping his tear dimmed eye
A looking at his own true son
Upon the gallows high
My race is run beneath the sun
And Hell now waits for me
For I did murder that pritty little miss
Who's name was Rose Connely
My love and I did meet
And there we went a courting
My love she fell to sleep
I took a bottle of Bullers wine
My true love she did not know
I killed that girl my own true love
Down by the banks below
And I drew my saber through her
Which was a b***** night
I threw her into the river
Which was a dreadful sight
My father he always told me
That money would set me free
If ever I did murder that gal
Who's name was Rose Connely
He sitting now at his own cottage door
Wiping his tear dimmed eye
A looking at his own true son
Upon the gallows high
My race is run beneath the sun
And Hell now waits for me
For I did murder that pritty little miss
Who's name was Rose Connely