Lyrics

Down in the willow garden where me and my love did meet As we sat 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 Connolly 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