Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
And there we sat a courting
My love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine
My love she did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl
Down by the banks below
I drew my saber through her
It was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river
It was a dreadful sight
My father often told me
That money would set me free
If I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly
Now he sits in his own cabin door
Weeping for his only son
On yonder scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun
The devil is waiting for me
For I murdered that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly