The Willow Garden

Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet
And as we sat courting, 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 along the banks below
Along the banks below

I drew my saber through her, it was a bloody night
I threw her in the river, which was a dreadful sight
My father often told me that money would set me free
So I murdered that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly
Whose name was Rose Connelly

My father sits at his cabin door, wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
His only son soon should walk to yonder scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun, scaffold now waits for me
For I did murder that dear little girl, whose name was Rose Connelly
Whose name was Rose Connelly, whose name was Rose Connelly