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Down in the willow garden |
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Where me and my true love did meet, |
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It was there we were courtin', |
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My love fell off to sleep. |
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I had a bottle of burgundy wine, |
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My true love she did not know. |
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It was there I murdered that dear little girl |
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Down on the banks below. |
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I drew my saber through her, |
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It was a bloody knife, |
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I threw her into the river, |
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It was a horrible sight. |
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My father often had told me |
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That money would set me free |
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If I would murder that poor little girl |
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Whose name was Rose Connelly. |
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Now he stands at his cabin door, |
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Wiping his tears from his eyes, |
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Gazing on his own dear son, |
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Upon the scaffold high. |
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My race is run beneath the sun, |
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The Devil is waiting for me, |
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For I did murder that dear little girl |
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Whose name was Rose Connelly. |
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