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bill monroe - down in the willow garden lyrics

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down in the willow garden where me and my love did meet
there we sat a-courting my love fell off to sleep
i had a bottle of burgundy wine which my true love did not know
and there i poisoned that dear little girl down by the banks below

i drew my saber through her which was a bl–dy knife
i threw her in the river which was an awful sight
my father often told me that money would set me free
if i would murder that dear little miss whose name was rose connelly

now he sits by his old cabin door a wiping his tear-brimmed eyes
mourning for his only son out on the scaffold high
my race is run beneath the sun the devil is waiting for me
for i did murder that dear little girl whose name was rose connelly

- bill monroe lyrics

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