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Poor Ellen Smith, where was she found?
Shot through the heart, lying cold in the ground
Many hearts she has broken, many lives she has stolen
And all that was ended in your bed in the snow
Poor Ellen, poor Ellen, you've wasted your life
You could’ve made some man a very good wife
Your friends tried to warn you of your ending, you was told
But all that was ended in your bed in the snow
So early this morning poor Ellen was found
Shot through the heart, lying cold in the ground
The men, they will mourn you, their wives will be glad
Such is the ending of a girl that is bad
Perhaps you're in heaven, God only knows
The Bible plainly tells us you've gone down below
Poor Ellen Smith, where was she found?
Shot through the heart, lying cold in the ground