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Down in the willow garden
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Where me and my true love did meet,
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It was there we were courtin',
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My love fell off to sleep.
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I had a bottle of burgundy wine,
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My true love she did not know.
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It was there I murdered that dear little girl
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Down on the banks below.
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I drew my saber through her,
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It was a bloody knife,
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I threw her into the river,
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It was an awful sight.
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My father often told me
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That money would set me free
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If I would murder that poor little girl
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Whose name was Rose Connelly.
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[Verse 3]
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Now he stands at his cabin door,
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Wiping his tears from his eyes,
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Gazing on his own dear son,
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Upon the scaffold high.
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My race is run beneath the sun,
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The devil is waiting for me,
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For I did murder that dear little girl
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Whose name was Rose Connelly.
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