Down in the willow garden me and my love did meet. And as we sat 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 along the banks below. Along the banks below. . I drew my saber 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. And so I murdered that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly. Whose name was Rose Connelly. . My father sits at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes. His only son soon should 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. Whose name was Rose Connelly. Whose name was Rose Connelly.