Down in the Willow Garden [core]

Down in the willow gar- 6m den
Where 1 me and my love did 6m meet
1 There we sat a-court- 6m in'
My 1 love dropped 5 off to 1 sleep
I 4 had a bottle of 1 burgundy 6m wine
Which my 1 true love did not 6m know
And 1 there I poisoned that dear little 6m girl
Down 1 on the 5 banks be- 1 low

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