Poor Ellen Smith

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Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground Her body was mangled and all cast around And blood marks the spot where poor Ellen was found Picked up her body and carried it away Now she is sleepin' in some lonesome old grave Who had the heart and who had the brain To shoot my little darling on this cold lonesome plain Picked up their rifles and hunted us down They found us a loafin' all around town The jury convict me and God knows they can But I know I'll die as an innocent man Been in this prison for seven long years Each night I see Ellen through my bitter tears Got a lettеr yesterday I read it today Thе flowers on her grave have all faded away Warden has told me that soon I'll be free To go to her grave 'neath that old holler tree Free from the walls of this prison at last But I'll never be free from my sins of the past Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground
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