Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
There we sat a-courtin'
My love dropped 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 on the banks below

I drew my saber through her
Which was a bloody knife
I threw her into 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 Connally

Now he sits in his cabin door
A-wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
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 Connally