Down in the willow garden de Kristin Hersh

Down in the willow garden
where me and my love did meet
there we sat a courtin'
my love dropped off to sleep
i drank a bottle of burgundy wine
my love she did not know
and there i poisoned that dear little girl
under the flank below
i stabbed her with my dagger
an ugly bloody knife
i threw her into the river
an ugly bloody sight
my father up and told me
that money would set me free
if i would murder thar deal little girl
whose name was rose connelly
and now he sits by the window
wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
and now he waits for his own dear son
upon the scaffold high
my race is run, beneath the sun
hell is waiting for me
for i did murder that dear little girl
whose name was rose connelly