Poor Ellen Smith

Tommy Jarrell


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Poor Ellen Smith and it's how she was found

Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground


Oh I hushed back the tears when the people all said

That Peter DeGraff ad shot Ellen Smith dead


While I would never made her my wife

I loved her too dearly to take her sweet life


They grabbed their Winchester they hunted me down

But I was away in old Mount Airy town


They carried me to Winston my trial to stand

To live and to die as the law makes a man


Mccartha will hang me he will if he can

God knows if they hang me Iíll die an innocent man