"Poor Ellen Smith"
(Traditional)
Come all you kind people, my story to hear
What happened to me in June of this year
It was poor Ellen Smith, and how she was found
With a ball in her heart, lying cold on the ground
If I could go home, home to stay
On poor Ellen's grave, some flowers I
would lay
It was poor
Ellen Smith, and how she was found
With a ball in her heart, lying cold on the ground
I come back this winter, my trial to stand
To live or to die as the law may command
It was poor Ellen Smith, and how she was found
With a ball in her heart, lying cold on the ground
It's true I'm in jail, I'm a prisoner
now
But god is here with
me and hears every vow
It was poor Ellen Smith, and how she was found
With a ball in her heart, lying cold on the ground
