Down in a Willow Garden — текст песни (Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds)

Down in a willow garden
Where me and my love did meet,
`Twas there we sat a courting
My love dropped off to sleep.


I had a bottle of the Burglar`s wine
Which my true love did not know,
And so I poisoned that dear little girl
Down under the bank below.


I stobbed her with a dagger,
Which was a bloody knife,
I threw her in the river,
Which was a dreadful sight.


My father often told me
That money would set me free,
If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly.


And now he sits in his own cottage door,
a wiping his weeping eye,
And now he waits for his own dear son,
Upon the scaffold high.


My race is run beneath the sun,
Lo, hell`s now waiting for me,
For I have murdered that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly.


From Folk Song USA, Lomax
Note: Tune is variant on Rosin the Beau