Down in the Willow Garden (feat. Don Cavalli)

Down in the willow garden Where me and my love did meet There we went a courting My love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine Which my love did not know And there I poisoned that dear little girl Down by the banks below I drew my saber through her It was a bloody knife I threw her into the river It was an awful sight My father often told me That money would set me free If I'd but murder that dear little girl Who's name was Rose Connely Now he sits at his cabin door Wiping his tear dimmed eye Wiping for his only son Upon the scaffold high Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better My race is run beneath the sun The devil is waiting for me For I murder that dear little girl Who's name was Rose Connely My race is run beneath the sun The devil is waiting for me For I murder that dear little girl Who's name was Rose Connely