Down in the Willow Garden

If I would murder that dear little girl
Which was a dreadful sign
For his only son soon shall walk
I had a bottle of Burgundy wine

To yonder scaffold high

I threw her in the river
Whose name was Rose Connelly
The scaffold now waits for me
As we sat a-courtin'
My love fell off to sleep
It was a bloody knife
My love, she did not know
On the banks below
My father sits at his cabin door
So I poisoned that dear little girl
My father often told me
My race is run, beneath the sun
That money would set me free

Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes

For I did murder that dear little girl
I drew a saber through her