Poor Ellen Smith

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 ever vow
 It was poor Ellen Smith
 And how she was found with a ball in her heart
 Lying cold on the ground