Rose Connolly, performed by Frank Proffitt

Rose Connolly, performed by Frank Proffitt

NC Jukebox Collection

Recorded on July 24, 1939

Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did be,
Oh there we sit a-courting
My love dropped off to sleep.

I had a bottle of burglar’s wine
That my true love did not know,
And there I poisoned my own true love
Down under the banks below.

I drew my saber through her,
Which was a bloody knife.
I threw her in the river,
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 was Rose Connally.

He’s sitting now at his own cottage door
A-wiping his weeping eyes,
A-looking at his own dear son
Upon the scaffold high.

My race is run beneath the sun,
Though hell’s now waiting for me.
For I did murder that pretty little miss
Whose name was Rose Connally.