Текст песни Bill Monroe - Down In The Willow Garden, слова песни Bill Monroe

Текст песни Bill Monroe - Down In The Willow Garden

Bill Monroe - Down In The Willow Garden слова песни

Down in the willow garden where me and my love did meetThere we sat a-courting my love fell off to sleepI had a bottle of burgundy wine which my true love did not knowAnd there I poisoned that dear little girl down by the banks belowI drew my saber through her which was a bloody knifeI threw her in the river which was an awful sightMy father often told me that money would set me freeIf I would murder that dear little miss whose name was Rose ConnellyNow he sits by his old cabin door a wiping his tear-brimmed eyesMourning for his only son out on the scaffold highMy race is run beneath the sun the devil is waiting for meFor I did murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly

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Down In The Willow Garden

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