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ANONYMOUS - Down In The Willow Garden


Down in the willow garden

Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
There we sat according
My love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine
Which my true love did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl
Down by the banks below

I drew my saber through her
Which was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river
Which was an awful sight
My father often told me
That money would set me free
If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly

Well now he sits by his cabin door
Oh, wiping his tear-drowned eyes
Mourning for his only son
Out on the scaffold, high
My race is run beneath this sun
The devil is waiting for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly