Down (C)in the willow gar(Am)den
My (C)love and I did (Am)meet
And (C)there we sat a court(Am)ing
My (C)love dropped (G)off to (C)sleep
I (Am)had a bottle of (C)burgundy (Am)wine
My (C)young love did not (Am)know
And (C)there I poisoned that dear little (Am)girl
Down (C)on the (G)banks be(C)low
I drew my saber through her
It was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river
It was a dreadful sight
My father often told me
That money would set me free
If I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly
And now he sits in his own cabin door
A-wiping his tear-brimmed eye
A-looking at his only son
On yonder scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun
The devil is waiting for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly