Down in a Willow Garden

Down in a Willow Garden - The Kossoy Sisters/Erik Darling/Traditional

Down in a willow garden

Where me and my love did meet

There we sat a courting

My love dropped off to sleep

I had a bottle of the burglar's wine

Which my true love did not know

And they I poisoned that dear little girl

Down under the bank below

I stobbed her with my dagger

Which was a bloody knife

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

And now he sits in his own cottage door

A wiping his tearing eye

And now he waits for his own dear son

Upon the scaffold high

My race is run beneath the sun

Lo hell's now waiting for me

For I have murdered that dear little girl

Whose name was Rose Connelly