Poor Ellen Smith

Notation: traditional
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Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found?
Shot through 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 that 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.

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