Down In The Willow Garden - Kristin Hersh

Down in the willow garden

Where me and my love did meet

There we sat a courtin'

My love dropped off to sleep

I’d drunk a bottle of burgundy wine

My love she did not know

And there I poisoned that dear little girl

Under the flank below

I stabbed her with my dagger

An ugly bloody knife

I threw her into the river

An ugly bloody sight

My father up and told me

That money would set me free

If I would murder that dear little girl

Whose name was Rose Connelly

And now he sits by the window

Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes

And now he waits for his own dear son

Upon the scaffold high

My race is run, beneath the sun

Hell is waiting for me

For I did murder that dear little girl

Whose name was Rose Connelly