I sit in the park where I dwell
For this gurl I love so well
SHe took my heart away from me
Now She wants to set me free
I see a Boy on her lap
She says things to him She 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 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 place a dove
And remember this, I died for love...
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