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Down i n the w illow g arde n
Where m e and my love did m eet.
A s we s et there a' c ourti n'
My l ove fell o ff to s leep.
I h ad a bottle of b urgundy w ine
My l ove she did not k now.
A nd so I p oisoned that d ear little g irl
O n the b anks bel ow.
I drew a s abre t hrough h er
It w as a bloody k nife.
I t hrew her i n the r iver
Which w as a d readful s ight.
My f ather often h ad told m e
That m oney would set me f ree.
If I would m urder that d ear little g irl
Whose n ame was R ose Connell y.
My father s its at his c abin d oor
W iping his tear-dimmed e yes.
For his o nly s on s oon shall w alk
To y onder s caffold h igh.
My r ace is run ben eath the s un
The s caffold now waits for m e.
For I did m urder that d ear little g irl
Whose n ame was R ose Connell y.
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