Down In The Willow Garden Lyrics - Bill Monroe

Down in the willow garden where me and my love did meet 

There we sat a-courting my love fell off to sleep 

I had a bottle of burgundy wine which my true love did not know 

And there I poisoned that dear little girl down by the banks 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 miss whose name was Rose Connelly 

Now he sits by his old cabin door a wiping his tear-brimmed eyes 

Mourning for his only son out on the scaffold high 

My race is run beneath the sun the devil is waiting for me 

For I did murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly