(x4) Down in the willow garden Where me and my love did meet. As we set there a' courtin' My love fell off to sleep. I had a bottle of burgundy wine My love she did not know. And so I poisoned that dear little girl On the banks below. I drew a sabre through her It was a bloody knife. I threw her in the river Which was a dreadful sight. My father often had told me That money would set me free. If I would murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly. My father sits at his cabin door Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes. For his only son soon 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 Connelly. ...