@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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