Misc Traditional – Rose Connelly (Ukulele)

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Down in the willow garden, where me and my love did meet,

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There we sat a-courting, and my love dropped off to sleep.

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I had a bottle of the Burglar's wine, which my true love did not know,

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And there I poisoned that dear little girl down under the banks below.

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I stabbed her with a dagger, which was my bloody knife.

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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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If I would murder that dear little girl, whose name was Rose Connelly.

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But now he sits in his own cottage door, a-wiping his weeping eye,

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A-waiting for his own dear son upon the scaffold high.

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My race is run beneath the sun.  Lo, Hell's now waiting for me,

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For I have murdered that girl I love, whose name was Rose Connelly.