Poor Ellen Smith

Poor Ellen Smith how she was found

Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground

Her clothers were all scattered and thrown on the ground

And blood marks the spot where poor Ellen was found

They picked up their rifles and hunted me down

And found me a loafing in Mount Airy town

They picked up the body and carried it away

And now she is sleeping in some lonesome old grave

I got a letter yesterday and I read it today

The flowers on her grave have all faded away

Some day I'll go home and say when I go

On poor Ellen's grave pretty flowers I'll sow

I've been in this prison for twenty long years

Each night I see Ellen through my bitter tears

The warden just told me that soon I'll be free

To go to her grave near that old willow tree

My days in this prison are ending at last

I'll never be free from the sins of my past

Poor Ellen Smith how she was found

Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground