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