Down In The Willow Garden

Down in the willow gar  den where me and my love did meet

There 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 poisoned that dear little girl on the banks below

I drew a saber through her it was a bloody knife

I threw her in the ri-  ver 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