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Down in the willow garden
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Where me and my true love did meet,
A                   F#m
It was there we were courtin',
   A         E      A
My love fell off to sleep.
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I had a bottle of burgundy wine,
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My true love she did not know.
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It was there I murdered that dear little girl
A              E     A
Down on the banks below.



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[Verse 2]

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I drew my saber through her,
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It was a bloody knife,
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I threw her into the river,
      A     E        A
It was an awful sight.



[Verse 3]

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My father often told me
    A                  F#m
That money would set me free
   A                               F#m
If I would murder that poor little girl
      A        E    A
Whose name was Rose Connelly.



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[Verse 3]

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Now he stands at his cabin door,
A                      F#m
Wiping his tears from his eyes,
   A                   F#m
Gazing on his own dear son,
  A      E        A
Upon the scaffold high.
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My race is run beneath the sun,
    A                   F#m
The devil is waiting for me,
    A                             F#m
For I did murder that dear little girl
      A        E         A
Whose name was Rose Connelly.



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