Down in a Willow Garden

Down in a willow garden

Where me and my love did meet

There we sat a-courtin'

My love dropped 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 under the banks below

I stabbed her with my dagger

Which was a bloody knife

I threw her into the river

Which was a dreadful sight

My father often told me

That money would set me free

If I would murder that dear little girl

Whose name was Rose Connelly

And now he sits by his own cottage door

A-wipin' his tear-dimmed eye

And now he waits for his own dear son

Upon the scaffold high

My race has run beneath the sun

Though hell is now waiting for me

For I had murdered that dear little girl

Whose name was Rose Connelly