Lyrics:

Down In The Willow Gardenwhere Me And My True Love Did Meetit Was There We Were Courtingmy Love Fell Off To Sleepi Had A Bottle Of Burgundy Winemy True Love, She Did Not Knowit Was There I Murdered That Dear Little Girldown On The Banks Belowi Drew My Saber Through Herit Was A Bloody Knifei Threw Her Into The Riverit Was A Horrible Sightmy Father Oft'' Had Told Methat Money Would Set Me Freeif I Would Murder That Poor Little Girlwhose Name Was Rose Connellynow He Stands At His Cabin Doorwiping His Tears From His Eyesgazing On His Own Dear Sonupon The Scaffold Highmy Race Is Run Beneath The Sunthe Devil Is Waiting For Mefor I Did Murder That Dear Little Girlwhose Name Was Rose Connelly