Down in the Willow Garden

Traditional


Down in the Willow Garden
My love and I did meet
And as we sat a courtin'
My love fell to sleep.

I had a bottle of burgundy Wine
My young love did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl
Down on the banks below.

I drew a sabre through her
Which was a bloody knife.
I threw her in the river
Which was a dreadful sight.

My father often told me
That money would set me free
If ever I murdered that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly

Now he sits at his cabin door
Wipin' his teary eye
He knows that today his only son
Will talk to the the scaffold high

My race is run, beneath the sun
The gallows waits for me.
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly.