Down in the willow garden Where me and my love did meet As we set there 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 On the banks below I drew a saber through her It 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 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