Down in the Willow garden
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Where me and my love did meet
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As we sat a-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 love she did not know
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So I poisoned that dear little girl
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On the banks below
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I drew a sabre through her
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It was a bloody knife
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I threw her in the river
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Which was a dreadful sign
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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 dear little girl
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Whose name was Rose Connelly
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My father sits at his cabin door
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Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
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For his only son soon shall walk
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To yonder scaffold high
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My race is run, beneath the sun
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The scaffold waits 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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Down In The Willow Garden
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| Norah Jones |
