DOWN IN THE WILLOW GARDEN 
(Charlie Monroe)

The Everly Brothers


Down in the willow garden
where me and my love did meet,
As we set there a courting,
My love fell off to sleep.

I had a bottle of burgundy wine,
My love she did not know.
So I poisoned that dear little girl
on the banks below.

I drew a sabre through her,
It was a bloody knife,
I threw her in the river,
Which was a dreadful sight.
My father oft had told me
that money would set me free
If I would murder that dear little girl
whose name was Rose Connelly.

My father sits at his cabin door,
wiping his tear-dimmed eyes,
For his only son soon shall 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.