Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
As we set there a courtin'
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 sabre through her
It was a bloody night
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 sky fold-blinded
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.......