Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found
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Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground
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Her body was mangled, and all cast around
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A blood marks the spot where poor Ellen was found
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They picked up her body, and carried it away
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Now she's a-sleepin' in some lonesome grave
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Who had the heart, and who had the brain
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To shoot my little darling on that cold lonesome plain
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They picked up their rifles, and hunted us down
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They found us a loafin' all around town
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The judge my convict me, and God knows he can
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But I know I died as an innocent man
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I've been in this prison for seven long years
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Each night I see Ellen through my bitter tears
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I got a letter yesterday I read it today
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The flowers on her grave have all faded away
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The warden just told me that soon I'll be free
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To go to her grave 'neath that old willow tree
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I'm free from the walls of that prison, at last
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But I'll never be free from my sins of the past
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Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found
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Poor Ellen Smith
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Neko Case |