Willow Garden Lyrics

Down in yon willow garden where me and my love did meet,
It was there we sat a-courting when my love fell off to sleep,
Well I had a bottle of burgundy wine, my love she did not know,
It was there I murdered that poor little girl, down on the banks below.

Well I drove my saber through her it was a bloody knife,
I threw her into the river it was a dreadful sight,
For my father often had told me that money would set me free,
If I would murder that poor little girl who’s name was Rose Connolly.

Now my father sits at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes,
For his only son soon shall walk to yonder scaffold high,
For my race is run beneath the sun, the devil is waiting for me,
For I did murder that poor little girl who’s name was Rose Connolly.