Poor Ellen Smith

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[Verse 1] Poor Ellen Smith, how she was found Shot through the heart, lyin' cold on the ground Her clothes were all scattered and thrown on the ground Blood marks the spot where poor Ellen was found [Verse 2] Saw her on Monday before that sad day They found her poor body and took it away Who had the heart, oh, who had the face To murder my sweetheart in this lonesome place? [Verse 3] Oh, I laid out six months, and prayed all the time They might find the one that committed the crime They picked up their riflеs and hunted me down Found me a-loafin' in Mount Airy town [Verse 4] Now I'm in jail and God knows it's hard Whilе my sweetheart sleeps calmly in that lonesome graveyard I got a letter yesterday, I read it today Said, "The flowers on her grave have all faded away" [Verse 5] I've been in this prison for twenty long years Each night I see Ellen through my bitter tears The warden just told that soon I'll be free To go to her grave near that old willow tree [Outro] Someday I'll go home and I'll stay when I go On poor Ellen's grave, pretty flowers I'll sow
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