Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet And as we sat courting, my love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine, my love, she did not know 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 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, 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