Down in the willow garden

Where me and my love did meet

There we sat a courting

My love dropped off to sleep.



I had a bottle of burgundy wine

My true love she did not know

It was there I murdered that dear little girl

Down on the banks below.



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I drew a saber through her

Which was a bloody knife

I threw her into the river

Which was an dreadful sight.



My father often told me

That money would set me free

If I'd but murder that dear little girl

Who's name was Rose Connely.



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Now he stands at his cabin door

A wiping his tear dimmed eye

Gazing on his own dear son

Upon the scaffold high.



My race is run beneath the sun

The devil is waiting for me

For I did murder that dear little girl

Who's name was Rose Connely...