The Willow Garden
The Willow Garden
Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meetAnd as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleepI had a bottle of burgundy wine; my love, she did not knowAnd so I poisoned that dear little girl along the banks belowAlong the banks below
I drew my saber through her; it was a bloody nightI threw her in the river, which was a dreadful sightMy father often told me that money would set me freeAnd so I murdered that dear little girl whose name was Rose ConnellyWhose name was Rose Connelly
My father sits at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyesHis only son soon should walk to yonder scaffold highMy race is run beneath the sun; the scaffold now waits for meFor I did murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose ConnellyWhose name was Rose ConnellyWhose name was Rose Connelly