Cifras
Down In The Willow Garden Aka Rose Connelly

Tono: C

Introducción:

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