Rose Connelly from Last Chance by Freddy Parish and the Old Town String Band

Down in the willow garden that's where my love and I did meet
There we sat a-courting my love she fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burglar's wine my true love did not know
There I planned to murder that dear little girl down by the banks below

I stabbed her with a dagger, it was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river what 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

But now he sits by his own cottage door a wiping a weeping eye
For he must watch his own dear son up on the scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun hell now is waiting for me
For I did murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly

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