Down in the Willow garden    Where me and my love did meet    As we sat a-courtin’    My love fell off to sleep    I had a bottle of Burgundy wine    My love she did not know    So I poisoned that dear little girl    On the banks below       I drew a sabre through her    It was a bloody knife    I threw her in the river    Which was a dreadful sign    My father often told me    That money would set me free    If I would murder that dear little girl    Whose name was Rose Connolly       My father sits at his cabin door    Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes    For his only son soon shall 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