Down In The Willow Garden - Ver 2

A F#m Down in the willow garden A F#m 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. F#m A F#m I had a bottle of burgundy wine, A F#m My true love she did not know. A F#m It was there I murdered that dear little girl A E A Down on the banks below. A F#m A F#m A F#m A E A A F#m I drew my saber through her, A F#m It was a bloody knife, A F#m I threw her into the river, A E A It was an awful sight. F#m A F#m 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. A F#m A F#m A F#m A E A A F#m 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. F#m A F#m 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. A F#m A F#m A F#m A E A