Down in the willow garden there me and my love did meet while we set a' courtin' my love fell off to sleep I'd bought a bottle of burgundy wine but my true love did not know I planned to poison that dear little girl there on the banks below I drew a sabre through her it was an awful sight I threw her in the river and then ran off in fright My father he had told me his money would set me free if I would poison that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly My father weeps at his cabin door wipin his tear dimmed eyes for soon his only son shall hang from yonder scaffold high My race is run beneath the sun my sentence is waiting for me for I did poison that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly