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	Rose Connelly
	CD: Terrible Stories
	Lyrics Down in the willow garden My love and I did meet, And as we sat a-courting My love dropped off to sleep. I'd had a bottle of burgundy wine My young love did not know, And there I murdered that dear little girl Down by the banks below. I drove my sabre through her, A sharp and bloody knife. I drowned her in the river, It were an awful site. My pappy always told me That money would set me free If I'd just murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly. But now he darkens his own cottage door And wipes his weepin' eyes, A-gazing at his only son Upon the gallows high. For my race is run beneath the sun And hell's a waiting for me 'Cos I done murdered that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly. Yeah my race is run beneath the sun And hell's a waiting for me 'Cos I done murdered that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly.

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