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

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

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

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

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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The version of The Butcher Boy that I remember was composed and performed by Tommy Makem. In the early 70s he often performed on Thursday nights at a little pub in Portsmouth NH, usually with the Shaw Brothers, sometimes with the Clancy Brothers.

In London city where I did dwell
A butcher boy, I loved right well
He courted me, my life away
But now with me, he will not stay

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I was a maid again
A maid again I ne'er will be
'Till cherries grow on an ivy tree

I wish my baby it was born
And smiling on its daddy's knee
And me poor girl to be dead and gone
With the long green grass growing over me

She went upstairs to go to bed
And calling to her mother said
"Give me a chair 'till I sit down
And a pen and ink 'till I write down"

At every word she dropped a tear
And at every line cried "Willie dear
Oh, what a foolish girl was I
To be led astray by a butcher boy"

He went upstairs and the door he broke
He found her hanging from a rope
He took his knife and he cut her down
And in her pocket, these words he found

Oh, make my grave large, wide and deep
Put a marble stone at my head and feet
And in the middle, a turtle dove
That the world may know, that I died for love