Down In The Willow Garden - Bonnie "Prince" Billy, Bryce Dessner, eighth blackbird

Down in the willow garden

Where me and my love did meet

There we sat a-courtin'

My love went off to sleep

I had a bottle of Burgundy wine

My true love she did not know

And there I poisoned that dear little girl

Down under the banks below

I stabbed her with my dagger

Which was a bloody knife

I threw her into the river

Which was a dreadful sign

My father often told me

That money would set me free

If I would murder that dear little girl

Whose name was Rose Connolly

And now he sits be his own cottage door

Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes

And now he waits for his own dear son

Upon the scaffold high

My race is run, beneath the sun

The hell’s now waiting for me

For I have murdered that dear little girl

Whose name was Rose Connelly