| Come all you kind people, my story to hear
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| What happened to me in June of this year
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| It was poor Ellen Smith
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| And how she was found with a ball in her heart
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| Lying cold on the ground
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| If I could go home, home to stay
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| On poor Ellen’s grave, some flowers I would lay
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| It was poor Ellen Smith
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| And how she was found with a ball in her heart
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| Lying cold on the ground
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| I come back this winter, my trial to stand
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| To live or to die as the law may command
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| It was poor Ellen Smith
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| And how she was found with a ball in her heart
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| Lying cold on the ground
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| It’s true I’m in jail, I’m a prisoner now
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| But God is here with me and hears ever vow
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| It was poor Ellen Smith
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| And how she was found with a ball in her heart
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| Lying cold on the ground |