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I sit in the park where I dwell,





For this boy I love so well.





He took my heart away from me,





Now he wants to set me free.





I see a girl on his lap,





He says things to her he never said to me.





I ran home to cry on my bed, Not a word to mother was said.





Father came home late that night, He looked for me from left to right.





He saw me hanging from a rope,





He took his knife to cut me down.





And on my dress a note was found





Dig my grave, Dig it deep. Dig my grave, From head to feet.





And on the top put a dove.





And remember this, I died for love...