Down in yon willow garden where me and my love did meet
It was there we sat a-courting
when my love fell off to sleep
Well I had a bottle of burgundy wine
my love she did not know
It was there I murdered that poor little girl
down on the banks below

Well I drove my saber through her it was a bloody knife
I threw her into the river it was a dreadful sight
For my father often had told me
that money would set me free
If I would murder that poor little girl
who's name was Rose Connolly

Now my father sits at his cabin door wiping
his tear-dimmed eyes
For his only son soon shall walk
to yonder scaffold high
For my race is run beneath the sun
the devil is waiting for me
For I did murder that poor little girl
who's name was Rose Connolly

And now its time to leave you all
its time to say my goodbye
For they are going to stretch me up
between the earth and sky