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