Down In the Willow Garden

Down in the willow garden Where me and my true love did meet, It was there we were courtin', My love fell off to sleep. I had a bottle of burgundy wine, My true love she did not know. It was there I murdered that dear little girl Down on the banks below. I drew my saber through her, It was a bloody knife, I threw her into the river, It was an awful sight. My father often told me That money would set me free If I would murder that poor little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly. Now he stands at his cabin door, Wiping his tears from his eyes, Gazing on his own dear son, Upon the scaffold high. My race is run beneath the sun, The devil is waiting for me, For I did murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly.