Down in a Willow Garden

Down in a 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
Which my true love did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl
Down under the banks below

I stabbed her with my dagger
Which was a bloody knife
I threw her into the river
Which was a dreadful 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

And now he sits by his own cottage door
A-wiping his tear-dimmed eye
And now he waits for his own dear son
Upon the scaffold high

My race is run beneath the sun
Though hell's now waiting for me
For I have murdered that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly