(C. Monroe)
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Down in the willow garden
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Where me and my love did meet,
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As we set there 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 saber 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 sight.
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My father oft had 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 now 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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| Art Garfunkel |
