(Traditional)

Down in the willow garden

Where me and my love did meet

And there we sat a-courtin'

My love dropped off to sleep

I drunk a bottle of burgundy wine

My love, she did not know

And there I poisoned that dear little girl

Under the banks below

I stabbed her with my dagger

An ugly, bloody knife

I threw her into the river

An ugly, bloody sight

My father often told me 

That money would set me free

If I did murder that dear little girl 

Whose name was Rose Connely

And now he sits by the window

Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes

And now he waits for his own dear son

Upon the scaffold high

My race is run beneath the sun

Hell is waiting for me

For I did murder that dear little girl

Whose name was Rose Connely