|
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 |
