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Down in the Willow Gardens
Down in the willow gardens
Where me and my love did meet;
There we sat a-courting
My love dropped off to sleep.
I had a bottle of burglar’s wine
That my true love did not know.
And there I poisoned my own true love
Down under the banks below.
I drew my saber through her
Which was a bloody knife.
I threw her in the river,
Which was a dreadful sight.
My father always taught me
That money would set me free.
If I would murder that pretty little miss
Whose name was Rose Connally.
The ukulele is long-hailed as the national instrument of the Hawai’ian islands. It’s played at luaus, family gatherings, and while simply relaxing on the beach. A lot of children in Hawai’i even learned how to play at a young age. For hundreds of years ukuleles have been deeply intertwined with Hawai’ian culture – but they didn’t originate there.
