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Down in the willow garden |
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Where me and my love did meet |
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There we sat a courtin' |
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My love dropped off to sleep |
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I drank a bottle of burgundy wine |
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My love she did not know |
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And there |
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I poisoned that dear little girl |
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Under the flank below |
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I stabbed her with my dagger |
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An ugly bloody knife |
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I threw her into the river |
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An ugly bloody sight |
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My father up and told me |
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That money would set me free |
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If I would murder thar deal little girl |
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Whose name was |
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Rose Connelly |
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And now he sits by the window |
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Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes |
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And now he waits for 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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Hell is waiting for me |
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For I did murder that dear little girl |
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Whose name was |
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Rose Connelly |
