The Meat Purveyors
The Meat Purveyors
The Meat Purveyors
The Meat Purveyors
The Meat Purveyors
The Meat Purveyors
The Meat Purveyors
The Meat Purveyors
The Meat Purveyors
The Meat Purveyors
The Meat Purveyors
The Meat Purveyors
The Meat Purveyors
Down in the willow garden
Where me and my true love did meet
And as we sat a-courtin'
My love dropped off to sleep
I had a bottle of Thunderbird wine
My true love did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl
Down on the banks below
I drew a sabre through her
It was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river
It was a dreadful sight
My father often told me
That money would set me free
If I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly
So now he sits in his cabin door
Wiping his tear-rimmed eyes
He's moanin' for his only son
Now on the scaffold high
My race is run, beneath the sun
The devil is waitin' for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly
My race is run, beneath the sun
Hell is waitin' for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly