Art Garfunkel

Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet,
As we set there a courtin',
My love fell off to sleep.
I had a bottle of burgundy wine,
My love she did not know.
So I poisoned that dear little girl
On the banks below.
I drew a saber through her,
It was a bloody knife,
I threw her in the river,
Which was a dreadful sight.
My father oft had told me