Poor Ellen Smith lyrics

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