POOR ELLEN SMITH
Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found?
Shot thru the heart lying cold on the ground
Blood began to fly, blood began to run
They shot my poor sweetheart with a 44 gun
Saw her on a Monday before than sad day
They found her poor body and took it away
Who had the heart, who had the face
To murder my sweetheart in this lonely place
Oh I stayed out six months and prayed all the time
They might find the one that committed the crime
So I could go back and my character save
Though flowers have faded on sweet Ellen's grave
Now I'm in jail and God knows it's hard
While my sweetheart sleeps calm in the lonesome graveyard
Now I'm in jail, a prisoner am I now
But God is here with me and hears every vow
I didn't love little Ellen to make her my wife
But I loved her too dear than to take her dear life
The jury will hang me, that is if they can
But God knows that I am an innocent man
Recorded by Hobart Smith, Molly O'Day
DT #629
Laws F11
@murder @outlaw
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