Down in the willow garden
Where me and my true love did meet
It was there we went a courting
My love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine
My true love she did not know
That's why I murdered that dear little girl
Down under the banks below
I stabbed her with a dagger
which was a bloody knife
I threw her into the river
which was an awful sight
My father often told me
That money would set me free
That's why I murdered that dear little girl
Who's name was Rose Connely
My father sits in his cabin door
Wiping his tear dimmed eye
while his own dear son is waiting
Upon the scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun
The devil wait for me
For murdered that dear little girl
Who's name was Rose Connely