Misc Traditional - Down in the willow garden aka rose connelly

^CDown in the ^Fwillow ^Cgard^Amen, where ^Cme and my true love did ^Ammeet ^CAs we ^Fsat a-^Ccourt^Amin', my ^Clove fell ^Goff to ^Csleep I ^Amhad a bottle of ^Cburglar’s* ^Amwine, ^Cmy love she did not ^Amknow And ^Cthere I ^Fpoisoned that ^Cdear little ^Amgirl, al^Cong the ^Gbanks bel^Cow

^CI drew a ^Fsabre ^Cthrough ^Amher, it ^Cwas a bloody ^Amknife ^CI threw her ^Fin the^C riv^Amer, which ^Cwas a ^Gdreadful ^Csight My^Am father often ^Ctold ^Amme, that ^Cmoney would set me f^Amree ^CIf I would m^Furder that ^Cdear little ^Amgirl, whose ^Cname was^G Rose Co^Cnnelly

^CFather sits at his ^Fcabin ^Cdoor, ^Amwiping his ^Ctear-dimmed ^Ameyes ^CFor his only ^Fson so^Con shall ^Amwalk, to ^Cyonder sc^Gaffold ^Chigh My^Am race is run, be^Cneath the s^Amun, the ^Cscaffold now waits for ^Amme ^CFor I did mu^Frder that ^Cdear little ^Amgirl, whose^C name wa^Gs Rose Co^Cnnelly