Down In The Willow Garden Aka Rose Connelly

verse 1 Down in the willow garden, where me and my true love did meet As we sat a-courtin', my love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burglar’s* wine, my love she did not know And there I poisoned that dear little girl, along the banks below verse 2 I drew a sabre through her, it was a bloody knife I threw her in 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 Connelly verse 3 Father sits at his cabin door, wiping his tear-dimmed eyes For his only son soon shall walk, to yonder scaffold high My race is run, beneath the sun, the scaffold now waits for me For I did murder that dear little girl, whose name was Rose Connelly