From the album Murder Murder Murder

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Lyrics

Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
As we sat there a-courtin'
My love did fall asleep

I had a bottle of Burgundy wine
My love did not know
I poisoned that dear little girl
On the banks of the river below

I slipped a sabre through her
It was a bloody knife
I threw her into that river
It was an awful sight

My father often told me
That money would set me free
If I could murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly

My father sits at his kitchen door
Wiping tears from his eyes
For his only son soon shall walk
To yonder scaffold high

My race is run, beneath the sun
The scaffold waits for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly