Down in the Willow Garden Songtext
von The Osborne Brothers

Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
There we sat a-courting
My love dropped off to sleep
I had a bottle of Burgundy wine
Which my true love did not know
There I poisoned that dear little girl
Down on the banks below


I drew a saber through her
Which was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river
Which was a dreadful sign

My father often told me
That money would set me free
If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly

Now he sits in his cabin door
A-wiping his tear-rimmed eye
A-looking at his own dear son
Upon the 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 Connelly