Down in the Willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
As we sat a-courtin'
My love fell off to sleep

I had a bottle of Burgundy wine
My love she did not know
So I poisoned that dear little girl
On the banks below

I drew a sabre through her
It was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river
Which was a dreadful sign

My father often told me
That money would set me free
If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly

My father sits at his cabin door
Wiping his tear-dimmed еyes
For his only son soon shall walk
To yonder scaffold high

My race is run, bеneath the sun
The scaffold now waits for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly