Rose Connelly Traditional play this in a 3/4 waltz time with a little swing or syncopation Down in the willow garden, where me and my love did meet, There we sat a-courting, and my love dropped off to sleep. I had a bottle of the Burglar's wine, which my true love did not know, And there I poisoned that dear little girl down under the banks below. I stabbed her with a dagger, which was my bloody knife. I threw her in the river, which was a dreadful sight. My father often told me that money would set me free, If I would murder that dear little girl, whose name was Rose Connelly. But now he sits in his own cottage door, a-wiping his weeping eye, -waiting for his own dear son upon the scaffold high. My race is run beneath the sun. Lo, Hell's now waiting for me, For I have murdered that girl I love, whose name was Rose Connelly.
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