Does anyone know the origin of this poem or one like it?

my brother used to sing this song 40 + years ago i have been trying to find it for years now it was about a soldier or a sailor
all i can remember is

I loved a sailor man so fair
who sailed across the ocean wide
but though i oft times wrote to him
he never thought or wrote to me

so dig my grave and dig it deep
and plant white lilies at my feet
and on my grave a turtle dove
to show that I did die for love

so come ye maidens far and wide
a sailers love is hard to find
but if you find one good and true
dent change the old one for the new

i dont know who wrote it, but the original lyrics of this song were sung to me by my welsh father when i was little. We still laugh about how he sang songs about a woman hanging herself to his young uns, but at the time we were transfixed...

The words (which he learnt while in the army (WWII) are as follows:

A miner came from work one night
And found his house without a light
He went upstairs to go to bed
When a sudden thought came to his head

He went into his daughter's room
And found her hanging from a beam
He took his knife and cut her down
And on her breast these words he found

Oh Lord I wish my child was born
And all my troubles they were gone
So dig my grave and dig it deep
And plant white lillies at my feet

They dug her grave and dug it deep
And planted lillies at her feet
And now she lies deep underground
Where love is lost and never found

So all you maidens bear in mind
A soldiers heart is hard to find
So if you find one good and true
Dont change the old one for a new

Realise this post is 5 years old but only stumbled across this question when googling the lyrics in an attempt to find the origins of the song!

I know this as a song (from my childhood):

A workman came from work one night
And found his house without a light.
He climbed the stairs, and the door he broke
And found his daughter hung by rope.

He took a knife and he cut her down
And on her breast these words he found:

"Oh, father dear, what I fool I've been,
To kill myself for the butcher boy.
Oh, dig a grave both wide and deep
And place white lilies at my feet.
And in the middle a round white stone
And at my head a rose to show
That I still love".

That's all I can remember! And it might not be too accurate.

Moe