Down in the willow garden Where me and my love did meet There we sat a courtin' My love dropped off to sleep I drank a bottle of burgundy wine My love she did not know And there I poisoned that dear little girl Under the flank below I stabbed her with my dagger An ugly bloody knife I threw her into the river An ugly bloody sight My father up and told me That money would set me free If I would murder thar deal little girl Whose name was rose connelly And now he sits by the window Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes And now he waits for his own dear son Upon the scaffold high My race is run, beneath the sun Hell is waiting for me For I did murder that dear little girl Whose name was rose connelly
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