Country Gentlemen (The)
Ellen Smith
Poor Ellen Smith how was she foundShot through the heart lying cold on the groundHer clothes were all scattered and thrown on the groundThe blood marks the spot where poor Ellen was found2. They pick up their rifles and hunted me downThey found me a-loafing in all around the townThey pick up her body and carried it awayAnd now she is sleeping in some lonesome old grave3. I got a letter yesterday I read it todayThe flowers on her grave have all faded awaySomeday I'll go home and say when I goOn poor Ellen's grave pretty flowers I'll stow4. I've been in this prison for twenty long yearsEach night I see Ellen through my bitter tearsThe warden just told me that soon I'll be freeTo go to her grave 'neath that old willow tree5. My days in this prison are ending at lastI'll never be free from the sins of my pastPoor Ellen Smith how was she foundShot through the heart lying cold on the ground
From Letras Mania