Willow Garden

Down in the willow garden

Where me and my love did meet

There we sat a-courting

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 bloody knife

I threw her in the river

Which was an awful sight

My father often told me

That money would set me free

If I would murder that dear little girl

Whose name was Rose Connolly

Well now he sits by his cabin door

Oh, wiping his tear-drowned eyes

Mourning for his only son

Out on the scaffold, high

My race is run beneath this sun

The devil is waiting for me

For I did murder that dear little girl

Whose name was Rose Connolly