Willow Garden

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Roscoe Holcomb - Country, Murder Ballad

Willow Garden

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Down in the willow garden Where me and my true baby meet It there we set a-courtin' My love fell off to sleep Oh, I had a bottle of burgundy wine My true love, she did not know And there I poisoned my own true love Down under the banks below Oh, my father, Lord, always told me That money would set me free If I were to murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly Oh, I pressed a dagger to hеr It was a bloody knife And I threw her in that rivеr It was a dreadful night Now, father's sittin' on his ol' cottage door So wipin' his tears dimmed eyes They're mournin' for his own dear son Upon the scaffold high My race is run beneath the sun The devil is waiting for me For murder of that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly

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