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 upon his knee,
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 at me from left to right.
He saw me hanging with a frown,
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 place a dove,
And remember this, I died for love...
