The Willow Garden

down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet
and as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep
i had a bottle of burgundy wine; my love, she did not know
and so i poisoned that dear little girl along the banks below
along the banks below

i drew my saber through her; it was a bloody night
i threw her in the river, which was a dreadful sight
my father often told me that money would set me free
and so i murdered that dear little girl whose name was rose connelly
whose name was rose connelly

my father sits at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
his only son soon should 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
whose name was rose connelly
whose name was rose connelly

nick cave and the bad seeds