Murder Ballads
Cave Nick lyrics
Cave Nick lyrics
"Down in a Willow Garden Lyrics"
Ulrike Lyrics
Ein Toast mit Kse Salami oder Schinken Ein Toast mit Blutwurst Liegt nicht drin Vergiss die Bockwurst
Down in a willow garden
Where me and my love did meet,
'Twas there we sat a courting
My love dropped off to sleep.
I had a bottle of the Burglar's wine
Which my true love did not know,
And so I poisoned that
Down under the bank below.
I stobbed her with a dagger,
Which was a bloody knife,
I threw her in the river,
Which was a dreadful sight.
My father often told me
That money would s
If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly.
And now he sits in his own cottage door,
a wiping his weeping eye,
And now he waits for his own dear son,
Upon the scaffold high.
Ein Toast mit Kse Salami oder Schinken Ein Toast mit Blutwurst Liegt nicht drin Vergiss die Bockwurst
Down in a willow garden
Where me and my love did meet,
'Twas there we sat a courting
My love dropped off to sleep.
I had a bottle of the Burglar's wine
Which my true love did not know,
And so I poisoned that
Edward In The Lowlands Lyrics
EDWARD IN THE LOWLANDS Young Edward came to Emily His gold all for to show, That he has made all on
dear little girlEDWARD IN THE LOWLANDS Young Edward came to Emily His gold all for to show, That he has made all on
Down under the bank below.
I stobbed her with a dagger,
Which was a bloody knife,
I threw her in the river,
Which was a dreadful sight.
My father often told me
That money would s
So Fly Lyrics
Oh woo oh (you so fly lady) [chorus:] You look so fly, so cool Tell me girl can I talk to you I'm
et me free,Oh woo oh (you so fly lady) [chorus:] You look so fly, so cool Tell me girl can I talk to you I'm
If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly.
And now he sits in his own cottage door,
a wiping his weeping eye,
And now he waits for his own dear son,
Upon the scaffold high.
Dream Of Waking Lyrics
I feel it washing over me, the slow poisonous tide. Pins and needles dance on me. Sickness undefined.
My race is run beneath the sun,
Lo, hell's now waiting for me,
For I have murdered that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly.
From Folk Song USA, Lomax
Note: Tune is variant on Rosin the Beau
I feel it washing over me, the slow poisonous tide. Pins and needles dance on me. Sickness undefined.
My race is run beneath the sun,
Lo, hell's now waiting for me,
For I have murdered that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly.
From Folk Song USA, Lomax
Note: Tune is variant on Rosin the Beau