Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [?] [Verse 2] I've been in this prison for many long years Each night I see Ellen through my bitter tears As she laid dying I'll be free I heard her crying lord have mercy on me Tomorrow they'll hand me I'll go to my death There goes the story of poor Ellen Smith Poor Ellen Smith how she was found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground