Letras
It was down by the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
There while we were courting
My love she fell asleep
I had me a bottle of the burglar's wine
Which my love did not know
There I poisoned that dear little girl
Under the banks below
I stabbed her with my dagger
Which was a bloody knife
And I threw her in the river
Which was a dreadful sight
My father always told me
That money would set me free
If I would kill that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Conley
Now my daddy sits by his own cottage door
Wiping his weeping eyes
Staring at the scaffold
Where tomorrow his son must die
I've run my race beneath the sun
Low hell now waits for me
For I have murdered the one that I love
Her name was Rose Conley