Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet
  And as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep
  I had a bottle of burgundy wine; my love, she did not know
  And so I poisoned that dear little girl along the banks below
  Along the banks below
    I drew my saber through her; it was a bloody night
  I threw her in the river, which was a dreadful sight
  My father often told me that money would set me free
  And so I murdered that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly
  Whose name was Rose Connelly
    My father sits at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
  His only son soon should 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 Connelly
  Whose name was Rose Connelly
  Whose name was Rose Connelly