Frank Proffitt - Rose Connolly video free download

Frank does a live version of the old ballad in 1961, I believe. His vocal style is pretty much the anti-thesis of the boisterous exuberance of guys like Dave Macon or Riley Puckett. Lyrics:

Down in the willow garden,

where me and my love did meet;

O there we sit a courting,

my love dropped off to sleep.

I had a bottle of burgundy wine

(my true love did not know)

And there I poisoned my own true love

Down under the banks below.

I drew my sabre through her

It was a bloody knife -

I threw her in the river,

Which was a dreadful sight.

My father always told me

"Money will set you free -

If you will murder that pretty little miss

whose name is Rose Connolly."

He's sitting now at his own cottage door,

A' wiping his weeping eyes.

He's looking at his own dear son

Upon the scaffold high.

My race is run beneath the sun,

Though hell is waiting for me.

For I did murder that pretty little miss

whose name was Rose Connolly.