The Willow Garden

Lyrics: Traditional
Music: Traditional

Played by Old And In The Way in 1973, and in pre-Dead days by Jerry with an unidentified band in Burlingame in 1962. Often called "Down In The Willow Garden" or "Rose Connelly"

Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
It was there we sat a-courting
My love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of the burgundy wine
Which my true love she did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl
Down on the banks below

I drew my sabre through her
It was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river
It was a dreadful sight
My father often told me
That money would set me free
If I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connely

And now he sits in his own cabin door
A-wiping his tear-dimmed eye
Looking at his only son
On yonder 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 Connely

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... with my dagger
Which was a bloody knife
Threw her into the river
Which was a dreadful sight

My daddy often told me
That money would send me through
If I would murder that dear little girl
By the name of Rose Connelly

And now he sits by his own cottage door
A-wiping his tearful eye
A-waiting for his own dear son
Who hangs on the gallows, to die

My race is run beneath the sun
All hell is waiting for me
For I have murdered that dear little girl
By the name of Rose Connelly