Down in the Willow Garden

Thank you, thank you so much
Very nice, very kind of you

Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
As we sat a-courting
My love fell off to sleep

I had a bottle of Burgundy wine
My love, she did not know
So I murdered that dear little girl
On the banks below

I drew a sabre through her
It was a bloody sight
I threw her in the river
It was a dreadful night

My father, oh, had told me
That money would set me free
If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly

My father sits at his cabin door
Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
For soon his only son shall walk
To yonder scaffold high

My race is run beneath the sun
The scaffold now waits for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly

Thank you
That song, I believe, started out here in England
Or Scotland or Ireland or some place
But name Connoly makes you suspicious
It might be Ireland, doesn't it?