Down in the Willow Garden
EbDown in the willow garden,
where me and my love did Cmmeet
As Ebwe sat a-courtin',
my Cmlove fell Bboff to Ebsleep
I Cmhad a bottle of burgundy wine,
my love she did not know
So EbI did poison that dear little Cmgirl,
Ebalong the Bbbanks Ebbelow
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 Connolly
My 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