Collected by Hubert Charles Peterson Sung by Fleecy Fox,
ForM.C.Parler Leslie, Arkansas.
December, 20, 1962.
Reel 427, Item 5
Down in the Willow Garden
Down in the willow garden,
Where me and my love did meet,
There we sat and courted,
My love dropped off to sleep.
I had a bottle of burglar's wine,
Which my true love did not know.
There I poisoned my own true love,
Down under the banks below.
I drew a sabre through her,
Which was a bloody knife.
I drew a sabre through her,
Which was a dreadful sight.
My father always taught me
That money would set me free
If I would murder that pretty little miss
Whose name is Rose Connie Lee.
But now he's sittin' in his own cottage dear,
Wiping his weeping eyes,
Looking at his own son,
Upon the scaffold, high.
