Down in the willow garden,
Where me and my true love did meet.
It was there we sat a-courtin'
And my love fell off to sleep.
I'd had a bottle of the burgundy wine
Which my true love she did not know
It was there I murdered that dear little girl
Down on the banks below.
I drew a sabre 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 did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly
Now he sits alone at his cabin door.
A-wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
While he gazes on his own dear son
Upon that scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun
The devil is waiting for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly.