There is a place in London town
Where my love goes, and he sits there down
He takes a strange girl on his knee
And he tells her what he won't tell me
Her father he came home from work
Saying "Where's my daughter? She seems so hurt"
He went upstairs to give her hope
And he found her hanging by the rope
He took his knife and he cut her down
And on her bosom, these words he found:
"Go dig my grave, both wide and deep,
Put a marble stone at my head and feet
And one my grave, put a snow white dove
To tell the world that I died of love"
Where my love goes, and he sits there down
He takes a strange girl on his knee
And he tells her what he won't tell me
Her father he came home from work
Saying "Where's my daughter? She seems so hurt"
He went upstairs to give her hope
And he found her hanging by the rope
He took his knife and he cut her down
And on her bosom, these words he found:
"Go dig my grave, both wide and deep,
Put a marble stone at my head and feet
And one my grave, put a snow white dove
To tell the world that I died of love"