Down [C]in the willow gar[Am]den

My [C]love and I did [Am]meet

And [C]there we sat a court[Am]ing

My [C]love dropped [G]off to [C]sleep

I [Am]had a bottle of [C]burgundy [Am]wine

My [C]young love did not [Am]know

And [C]there I poisoned that dear little [Am]girl

Down [C]on the [G]banks be[C]low



I drew my saber through her

It was a bloody knife

I threw her in the river

It was a dreadful sight

My father often told me

That money would set me free

If I did murder that dear little girl

Whose name was Rose Connelly



And now he sits in his own cabin door

A-wiping his tear-brimmed eye

A-looking at his only son

On yonder 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