Sung by: Benson and Fleecy Fox
Recorded in Mountain Home, AR 6/15/63

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Down in the willow garden,
Where me and my love did meet,
There we sit and courted.
My love dropped off to sleep.

I had a bottle of . . .
Which my true love did not know.
There I poisoned my own true love,
Down under the banks below.

I drew a saber through her,
Which was a bloody knife.
I drew a saber through her,
Which was a dreadful sight.

My father always told me
That money would set me free,
If I would murder that pretty little miss,
Whose name’s Rose Connelly.

But now he’s sitting in his own back door,
A-wiping his weeping eyes,
Looking at his own dear son
Upon the scaffold high.

Also found in Brown, Vol. II, #67, “Rose Connally.”

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