Bonnie "Prince" Billy, Bryce Dessner, eighth blackbird - Down In The Willow Garden

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Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
There we sat a-courtin'
My love went off to sleep
I had a bottle of Burgundy wine
My true love she did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl
Down under the banks below
I stabbed her with my dagger
Which was a bloody knife
I threw her into the river
Which was a dreadful sign
My father often told me
That money would set me free
If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly
And now he sits be his own cottage door
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
The hell’s now waiting for me
For I have murdered that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly