Lyrics
Thank you, thank you so much
Very nice, very kind of you
Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
As we sat a-courting
My love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of Burgundy wine
My love, she did not know
So I murdered that dear little girl
On the banks below
I drew a sabre through her
It was a bloody sight
I threw her in the river
It was a dreadful night
My father, oh, 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 soon his only son 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 Connolly
Thank you
That song, I believe, started out here in England
Or Scotland or Ireland or some place
But name Connoly makes you suspicious
It might be Ireland, doesn't it?
Writer(s): Charlie Monroe
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