Shakey Graves - Willow Garden lyrics

Down in the willow garden Where me and my love did meet There we sat according My love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine Which my true love did not know And there I poisoned that dear little girl Down by the banks below I drew my saber through her Which was a bloody knife I threw her in the river Which was an awful sight My father often told me That money would set me free If I would murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connolly Well now he sits by his cabin door Oh, wiping his tear-drowned eyes Mourning for his only son Out on the scaffold, high My race is run beneath this sun The devil is waiting for me For I did murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connolly