Willow Garden

Down in the willow garden
Where me and my true love did meet
And as we sat a-courtin'
My love dropped off to sleep
I had a bottle of Thunderbird wine
My true love did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl
Down on the banks below

I drew a sabre 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 Connolly

So now he sits in his cabin door
Wiping his tear-rimmed eyes
He's moanin' for his only son
Now on the scaffold high
My race is run, beneath the sun
The devil is waitin' for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly

My race is run, beneath the sun
Hell is waitin' for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly