Текст песни Misc Traditional - Down In The Willow Garden Aka Rose Connelly

Down in the willow garden, where me and my true love did meet
As we sat a-courtin', my love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burglar's* wine, my love she did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl, along the banks below

I drew a sabre through her, it was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river, which was a dreadful sight
My father often told me, that money would set me free
If I would murder that dear little girl, whose name was Rose Connelly 

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