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Down In A Willow Garden - Erik Darling
Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
There we sat a courting my love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine
Which my true love did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl
Down under the banks below
I stay drew with my saber
Which was a bloody knife
I threw her into the river
Which was an awful 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
And now he sits by his old cabin door a wiping
His tear brimmed eyes
And now the way is for his only son out
On the scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun
The devil is waiting for me
For I had murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly
