Poor Ellen Smith how she was found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground They picked up their rifles and hunted me down And found me a-loafing in Mount Airy town Poor Ellen Smith how she was found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground Her clothes were all scattered and thrown on the ground And blood marks the spot where poor Ellen was found I got a letter yesterday and I read it today The flowers on her grave have all faded away Poor Ellen Smith how she was found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground I've been in this prison for twenty long years Each night I see Ellen through my bitter tears The warden just told me that soon I'll be free To go to her grave near that old willow tree Poor Ellen Smith how she was found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground Poor Ellen Smith how she was found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground