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Down In The Willow Garden (C. Monroe) Down in the willow garden Where me and my love did meet, As we set there a courtin', My love fell off to sleep. I had a bottle of burgundy wine, My love she did not know. So I poisoned that dear little girl On the banks below. I drew a saber through her, It was a bloody knife, I threw her in the river, Which was a dreadful sight. My father oft had told me That money would set me free If I would murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly. My father sits at his cabin door, Wiping his tear dimmed eyes, For his only son soon shall walk To yonder scaffold high. My race is run beneath the sun, The scaffold now waits for me, For I did murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly.
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