Down in the Willow Garden
Where me and my love did meet
As we sat a courting
My love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of Burgundy(/ˈbɜːɡəndi/ 勃艮第) wine
My love she did not know
So I poisoned(下毒) that dear little girl
On the banks below
I drew a saber (/ˈseɪbə/ 军刀,佩刀) through her
It was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river
Which was a dreadful (可怕的)sign
My father often told me
That money would set me free
If I would murder (谋杀)that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly(
康诺利)
My father sits at his cabin (小木屋)door
Wiping his tear-dimmed (被泪水模糊的)eyes
For his only son soon shall walk
To yonder ( /ˈjɒndə/ 远处的)scaffold(/ˈskæfəʊld/ 绞刑架) high
My race is run beneath the sun
The scaffold now waits for me
For I did murder that dear little girl