^FDown in the willow gar^Bbden, where ^Fme and my love did ^Dmmeet, ^FThere we sat a-court^Bbing, and my ^Flove dropped ^C7off to ^Fsleep. I ^Bbhad a bottle of the ^FBurglar's ^Bbwine, which my true love did not ^Dmknow, And ^Fthere I poisoned that dear little ^Bbgirl down ^Funder the ^C7banks be^Flow.

^FI stabbed her with a dag^Bbger, which ^Fwas my bloody ^Dmknife. ^FI threw her in the ri^Bbver, which ^Fwas a ^C7dreadful ^Fsight. My ^Bbfather often told ^Fme that ^Bbmoney would set me ^Dmfree, If I ^Fwould murder that dear little ^Bbgirl, whose ^Fname was ^C7Rose Conn^Felly.

^FBut now he sits in his own cottage ^Bbdoor, a-wiping ^Fhis weeping ^Dmeye, ^FA-waiting for his own ^Bbdear son ^Fupon the ^C7scaffold ^Fhigh. My ^Bbrace is run beneath ^Fthe sun. Lo, ^BbHell's now waiting for ^Dmme, For I ^Fhave murdered that girl I ^Bblove, whose ^Fname was ^C7Rose Conn^Felly.