Down in a willow garden   Where me and my love did meet,   'Twas there we sat a courting   My love dropped off to sleep      I had a bottle of the Burglar's wine   Which my true love did not know,   And so I poisoned that dear little girl   Down under the bank below      I stobbed her with a dagger,   Which was a bloody knife,   I threw her in the river,   Which was a dreadful 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      And now he sits in his own cottage door,   a wiping his weeping eye,   And now he waits for his own dear son,   Upon the scaffold high      My race is run beneath the sun,   Lo, hell's now waiting for me,   For I have murdered that dear little girl   Whose name was Rose Connelly