Here is a sad ballad with a death by triple means: poison, stabbing, & drowning. It is overkill, though it is lovely. This is "Down In The Willow Garden" from Tim O'Brien's cd, "The Crossing." It is done as an Appalachian mountain ballad though it comes originally from Ireland. It wasn't a well known ballad and ended up in a region of West Virginia. Old Timers think that an Irish peddler came through the area and taught the song. It has similarities with other ballads from Ireland (The Wexford Girl being one), and is played to the tune of "Rosin the Bow" in 3/4 time. (I read this. I am NOT a musician. If there are any arguments to this, please let me know!) This is also known as "Rose Connolly" and "Rose Conelly". It is thought she was of lower station than the boy, and the father thought he could get his son off if he murdered his pregnant lover. Money doesn't buy everything all the time. Enjoy! Check out Tim's site: [ Ссылка ]

Tim O'Brien - Down In The Willow Garden lyrics, Traditional:
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Down in the willow garden
Where me and my true love did meet
It was there we went a courting
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'd but murder that dear little girl
Who's name was Rose Connely

Now he stands at his cabin door
Wiping his tear dimmed eye
Gazing on his own dear son
Upon the gallows high
My race is run beneath the sun
The devil is waiting for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Who's name was Rose Connely

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