Текст песни Down In the Willow Garden - The Chieftains , Bon Iver
                                                Down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                willow 
                                                garden
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                me 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                true 
                                                love 
                                                did 
                                                meet,
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                there 
                                                we 
                                                were 
                                                courtin',
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                love 
                                                fell 
                                                off 
                                                to 
                                                sleep.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                had 
                                                    a 
                                                bottle 
                                                of 
                                                burgundy 
                                                wine,
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                true 
                                                love 
                                                she 
                                                did 
                                                not 
                                                know.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                there 
                                                    I 
                                                murdered 
                                                that 
                                                dear 
                                                little 
                                                girl
 
                                    
                                
                                                Down 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                banks 
                                                below.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                drew 
                                                my 
                                                saber 
                                                through 
                                                her,
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                bloody 
                                                knife,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                threw 
                                                her 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                river,
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                an 
                                                awful 
                                                sight.
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                father 
                                                often 
                                                told 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                money 
                                                would 
                                                set 
                                                me 
                                                free
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                murder 
                                                that 
                                                poor 
                                                little 
                                                girl
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whose 
                                                name 
                                                was 
                                                Rose 
                                                Connelly.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                he 
                                                stands 
                                                at 
                                                his 
                                                cabin 
                                                door,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wiping 
                                                his 
                                                tears 
                                                from 
                                                his 
                                                eyes,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gazing 
                                                on 
                                                his 
                                                own 
                                                dear 
                                                son,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Upon 
                                                the 
                                                scaffold 
                                                high.
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                race 
                                                is 
                                                run 
                                                beneath 
                                                the 
                                                sun,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                devil 
                                                is 
                                                waiting 
                                                for 
                                                me,
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                    I 
                                                did 
                                                murder 
                                                that 
                                                dear 
                                                little 
                                                girl
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whose 
                                                name 
                                                was 
                                                Rose 
                                                Connelly.
 
                                    
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