| Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet
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| And as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep
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| I had a bottle of burgundy wine; |
| my love, she did not know
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| And so I poisoned that dear little girl along the banks below
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| Along the banks below
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| I drew my saber through her; |
| it was a bloody night
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| I threw her in the river, which was a dreadful sight
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| My father often told me that money would set me free
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| And so I murdered that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly
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| Whose name was Rose Connelly
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| My father sits at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
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| His only son soon should walk to yonder scaffold high
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| My race is run beneath the sun; |
| the scaffold now waits for me For I did murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly
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| Whose name was Rose Connelly
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| Whose name was Rose Connelly |