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I know my love by his way of walking And I know my love by his way of talking And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue And if my love leaves me what will I do... And still she cried, "I love him the best And a troubled mind sure can know no rest" And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few And if my love leaves me what will I do" There is a dance house in Maradyke And there my true love goes every night He takes a strange girl upon his knee Well now don't you think that that vexes me? And still she cried, "I love him the best And a troubled mind sure can know no rest" And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few And if my love leaves me what will I do" If my love knew I can wash and wring If my love knew I can sew and spin I'd make a coat of the finest kind But the want of money sure leaves me behind And still she cried, "I love him the best And a troubled mind sure can know no rest" And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few And if my love leaves me what will I do" I know my love is an arrant rover I know he'll wander the wild world over In dear old Ireland he'll no longer tarry An American girl he's sure to marry And still she cried, "I love him the best And a troubled mind sure can know no rest" And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few And if my love leaves me what will I do" And still she cried, "I love him the best And a troubled mind sure can know no rest" And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few And if my love leaves me what will I do" What will I do...
Written by: PADDY MOLONEY
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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Lyrics
Down in the Willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
As we sat a-courtin’
My love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of Burgundy wine
My love she did not know
So I poisoned that dear little girl
On the banks below
I drew a saber through her
It was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river
Which was a dreadful sign
My father often told me
That money would set me free
If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly
My father sits at his cabin door
Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
For his only son soon shall walk
To yonder scaffold high
My race is run, beneath the sun
The scaffold now waits for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Charlie Monroe
Down in the Willow Garden lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.



