William Ritter & Sarah Ogletree - Rose Connely Lyrics

Down In the Willow Garden, where me and my love did meet
And there we sat a courting my love dropped off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine, my true love did not know
And there I murdered that dear little girl, down on the banks below

I ran my saber through her it 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 Connely

Now he sits in his own cabin door, wiping his tear dimmed eyes,
Thinking about his own dear son out on 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 Connely.