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 bloody 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

Dolu vo vŕbovej záhrade, kde sme sa stretli ja a moja láska
Tam sme sedeli a namáhali sa, keď moja láska spala
Dal som si fľašu vínového vína, ktoré moja pravá láska nepoznala
A tam som otrávil to drahé dievčatko dole pri brehoch dole
Pretiahol som cez ňu svoju šabľu, ktorá bola krvavým nožom
Hodil som ju do rieky, čo bol hrozný pohľad
Otec mi často hovoril, že peniaze ma oslobodia
Keby som zavraždil tú malú slečnu, ktorá sa volala Rose Connelly
Teraz sedí pri svojich starých dverách kabíny a utiera si oči plné sĺz
Smútok za jeho jediným synom na lešení vysoko
Moja rasa je spustená pod slnkom, ktoré na mňa čaká diabol
Pretože som zavraždil to drahé dievčatko, ktoré sa volalo Rose Connelly