Bluegrass Songs - Lyrics

Down in the willow garden

Down in thr willow garden where me and my love did meet
There we sat a-courting my love feel off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine which my true love did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little gir down on the bank below



I drew my saber through her which was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river which was an awful 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



Now he sits in his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
Mourning for his only son out on the scaffold high
My race is run benearth the sun the devil is waiting for me
For I did murder that dear little girl whose nane was Rose Connelly