Lyrics:

Down In The Willow Garden**lf**where Me And My True Love Did Meet**lf**it Was There We Were Courting**lf**my Love Fell Off To Sleep**lf****lf**i Had A Bottle Of Burgundy Wine**lf**my True Love, She Did Not Know**lf**it Was There I Murdered That Dear Little Girl**lf**down On The Banks Below**lf****lf**i Drew My Saber Through Her**lf**it Was A Bloody Knife**lf**i Threw Her Into The River**lf**it Was A Horrible Sight**lf****lf**my Father Oft'' Had Told Me**lf**that Money Would Set Me Free**lf**if I Would Murder That Poor Little Girl**lf**whose Name Was Rose Connelly**lf****lf**now He Stands At His Cabin Door**lf**wiping His Tears From His Eyes**lf**gazing On His Own Dear Son**lf**upon The Scaffold High**lf****lf**my Race Is Run Beneath The Sun**lf**the Devil Is Waiting For Me**lf**for I Did Murder That Dear Little Girl**lf**whose Name Was Rose Connelly