Downinthe
Willowgarden
Wheremeandmylovedidmeet
Aswesata-courtin'
Mylovefellofftosleep
Ihadabottleof
Burgundywine
Myloveshedidnotknow
SoIpoisonedthatdearlittlegirl
Onthebanksbelow
Idrewasabrethroughher
Itwasabloodyknife
Ithrewherintheriver
Whichwasadreadfulsign
Myfatheroftentoldme
Thatmoneywouldsetmefree
IfIwouldmurderthatdearlittlegirl
Whosenamewas
RoseConnolly
Myfathersitsathiscabindoor
Wipinghistear-dimmedeyes
Forhisonlysonsoonshallwalk
Toyonderscaffoldhigh
Myraceisrun,beneaththesun
Thescaffoldnowwaitsforme
ForIdidmurderthatdearlittlegirl
Whosenamewas
RoseConnelly