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Capo: 6 Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro] Am [Verse]
CDown in the willow gardAmen where Cme and my love did Ammeet Cas we sat a-courtiAmng my lCove fell Goff to sCleep I Amhad a bottle of Cburgundy Amwine my Clove she did not kAmnow CSo I poisoned that dear little Amgirl Con the Gbanks Cbelow
[Verse 2]
i dCrew a sabre through Amher it Cwas a bloody kAmnife i Cthrew her in that rivAmer which Cwas a dGreadful Csight my Amfather often Ctold Amme that Cmoney would set me fAmree if CI would murder that dear little Amgirl whose Cname was GRose ConnolCly
[Verse 3]
my fCather sits at his cabin Amdoor Cwiping his tear dimmed Ameyes for his Conly son soon shall Amwalk to Cyonder sGcaffold Chigh my Amrace is almost run Cbeneath the Amsun the sCcaffold now waits for Amme for CI did murder that dear little Amgirl whose Cname was GRose ConnolAmly