Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
There we went a courting
My love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine
Which my love did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl
Down by the banks below
I drew my saber through her
It was a bloody knife
I threw her into the river
It was an awful 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
Now he sits at his cabin door
Wiping his tear dimmed eye
Wiping for his only son
Upon the scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun
The devil is waiting for me
For I murder that dear little girl
Who's name was Rose Connely
My race is run beneath the sun
The devil is waiting for me
For I murder that dear little girl
Who's name was Rose Connely
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