[1] Down in the willow gar-[6m]-den where [1] me and my true love did [6m] meet
It was [1] there we went a-court-[4]-in' my [1] love fell [5] off to [1] sleep
I [4] had a bottle of [1] burgundy [6m] wine my [1] true love she did not [6m] know
It was [1] there I murdered that dear little [4] girl down [1] on the [5] banks be-[1]-low

I drew my saber through her and it was a bloody knife
I threw her into the river and it was an awful sight
My father often he told me that money would set me free
If I'd but murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly

Now he stands at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
Gazing on his own dear son upon the gallows 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

Down in the willow garden where me and my true love did meet
It was there we went a-courtin' then my love fell off to sleep
And I had a bottle of burgundy wine my true love she did not know
It was there I murdered that dear little girl down on the banks below