Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
As we sat a-courting
My love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine
My true love did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl
On the banks below
I drew my saber through her
It 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 Connelly
Now he sits by his cabin door
Wiping his tear-brimmed eyes
For his only son soon shall walk
To yonder 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 Connelly
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