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Poor Ellen Smith 
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