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