[1] Poor Ellen Smith how she was found
[4] Shot through the [1] heart lying [5] cold on the [1] ground

Her clothes were all ragged and thrown on the ground
The blood marks the spot where poor Ellen was found

They picked up her body and off they did go
To the lonesome old graveyard I'll se her no more

They picked up their rifles and hunted me down
They found me a-loafin' all around the town

I got a letter yesterday I read it today
Said the flowers on her grave have all faded away

I'm going back home lord i'll stay when I go
On poor Ellen's grave pretty flowers I'll stow