Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet   And as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep   I had a bottle of burgundy wine; my love, she did not know   And so I poisoned that dear little girl along the banks below   Along the banks below      I drew my saber through her; it was a bloody night   I threw her in the river, which was a dreadful sight   My father often told me that money would set me free   And so I murdered that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly   Whose name was Rose Connelly      My father sits at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes   His only son soon should 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   Whose name was Rose Connelly   Whose name was Rose Connelly