Art Garfunkel - Down in the willow garden

Down ^Gin the ^Dwillow ^Ggar^Emden, Where ^Gme and my love did ^Emmeet. ^GAs we ^Dset there a' ^Gcourt^Emin', My ^Glove fell ^Doff to ^Gsleep.

I ^Emhad a bottle of ^Gburgundy ^Emwine, My ^Glove she did not ^Emknow. ^GAnd so I ^Dpoisoned that ^Gdear little ^Emgirl, ^GOn the ^Dbanks be^Glow.

I drew a ^Dsabre ^Gthrough ^Emher, It ^Gwas a bloody ^Emknife. I ^Gthrew her ^Din the ^Griv^Emer, Which ^Gwas a ^Ddreadful ^Gsight.

My ^Emfather often ^Ghad told ^Emme, That ^Gmoney would set me ^Emfree. If ^GI would ^Dmurder that ^Gdear little ^Emgirl, Whose ^Gname was ^DRose Connel^Gly.

My father ^Dsits at his ^Gcabin ^Emdoor, ^GWiping his tear-dimmed ^Emeyes. For his ^Gonly ^Dson ^Gsoon shall ^Emwalk, To ^Gyonder ^Dscaffold ^Ghigh.

My ^Emrace is run be^Gneath the ^Emsun, The ^Gscaffold now waits for ^Emme. For ^GI did ^Dmurder that ^Gdear little ^Emgirl, Whose ^Gname was ^DRose Connel^Emly.