Cat. #0966 (MFH #536) - As sung by Almeda Riddle, Greers Ferry, Arkansas on February 10, 1970
VERSE 1
Down in th willow garden
Where me an' my love did meet
There we set a-courting
My love dropped off to sleep
VERSE 2
I had a bottle of burgendy wine
Which my true love did not know
An' with it I poisoned that sweet little girl
Down on the banks below
VERSE 3
My Father often had told me
His money would set me free
If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was, Rose Marie
VERSE 4
Now, he steps t' his mansion door
A wipe'n his tear dimed eyes
Gazing at his only son
Upon th gallows high
VERSE 5
My race is run beneath th sun
An' Hell is waitin' for me
Because I murdered that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Marie