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

 
 
SaharElCheikh
 
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Reply Wed 2 Feb, 2022 06:27 pm
@yarnandsea,
In a park where I did dwell
I met a guy I knew so well
He came and stole my heart from me
And now he’s come to set it free..

I ran all the way home and cried in my bed
Not a word to my mother had I said
My father came home late that night
He looked for me from left to right
He found me hanging upon a rope
On my knees there was a note:

On my grave please put a dove
To show the world I died for love
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kfreeman4597
 
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Reply Mon 20 Mar, 2023 11:50 pm
In the dark, where I dwell
I met a boy, I loved so well
He came and stole my heart from me
And now he wants to set me free
He met a girl he did not know
And told her that he loved her so
I went back home, cried on my bed
Not a word to, my mother I said
My father came home, late that night
To find me hanging, by a rope
He took his knife and cut me down
On my desk, this note he found
Dig my grave
And dig it deep
Of marble stone
From head to feet
And on the top, please place a dove
To show the world
I died for love
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Th3Scarl3tWitch
 
  1  
Reply Sat 10 Jun, 2023 10:35 am
@yarnandsea,

I heard it as
In the darkness which I dwell
I found a boy I loved so well
One day he sat a strange girl on his knee
And told her things he never told me
I went home that night to cry on my bed
No a word to my mother I said
Dad came home late that night
Looked for me left and right
Through my door he broke
Saw me hanging from a rope
Got a knife to cut me down
On the ground a note he found
Dig a grave dig one deep
Place a statue at my feet
On the statue place a dove
To show the world I died for love

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oldedkeepssinging
 
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Reply Mon 8 Jan, 2024 09:24 pm
@Moerae,
I sang it in my youth (now aged 84, and the words continue to pop into my head now-and-again. My version had:
A man came home from work one night
And found his house without a light.
He went up to his daughter's room
And found her hanging from a beam.

He took a knife and cut her down
And on her breast this note he found:
Oh, Father, I can't bear the shame
To have a babe without a name
So dig a hole and dig it deep
And lay white lilies at my feet.

Her father dug a hole and dug it deep
And lay white lilies at her feet
And on he breast a turtle dove
To show that she had died for love.
**********
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