Ellen Smith
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Poor Ellen Smith Lordy how she was found
She was shot through the heart lyin' cold on the ground
Her clothes were all raggy and her curls on the ground
And the blood marked the spot where poor Ellen was found
They picked up her body and off they did go
To the lonesome old graveyard I'll see her no more
They took up their rifles and hunted me down
They found me a lopin' around through the town
I got a letter yesterday I read it today
Said the flowers on her grave had all faded away
I'm goin' back home Lord I'll stay when I go
On poor Ellen's grave pretty flowers I will sew