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 burglar's wine
My true love did not know
And I did murder that dear little girl
Down on the banks below

I stabbed her with a dagger
It was a bloody knife
And I threw her in the river
It was a dreadful sight

My father often told me
Money would set me free
If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly
Sits alone in his cabin home
Wiping the tears from his eyes
Waiting for his son to come home
Up on scaffold high

My race is run beneath the sun
Hell awaits for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly