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Underneath a green willow
Lied a wounded Cossack.

Over flew a pitch black raven
Started croaking in the bush.

The black raven circled over
Scenting very easy pray.

Do not croak, oh you, black raven,
In the bush above my head.

Oy, oh you, black raven
I, Cossack, am not yet dead.

Better fly, oh you, black raven
Home to my mom and dad.

Give my bloody scarf, black raven
To my dearest young wife.

Tell her, tell oh you, black raven ,
That I married someone else.

That new bride for me I found
In the field on river bank.

Very quiet was our wedding,
Underneath a willow bush.

The matchmaker was a saber,
Best man was a bayonet.

Married quickly by a bullet,
Married by the mother earth .

Irish-American folk

Down in the Willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
As we sat 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 sign

My father often told me
That money would set me free
If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly

My father sits at his cabin door
Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
For his only son soon shall walk
To yonder scaffold high

My race is run, beneath the sun
The scaffold now waits for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly

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