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Down in the willow garden Where me and my love did meet It was there we sat a courting My love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of the burgundy wine Which my true love she did not know And there I poisoned that dear little girl Down on the banks below I drew my sabre through her It was a bloody knife I threw her in the river It was a dreadful sight My father often told me That money would set me free If I did murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connely And now he sits in his own cabin door A-wiping his tear-dimmed eye Looking at his only son On yonder scaffold high My race is run beneath the sun The devil is waiting for me For I did murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connely |
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