Poor Ellen Smith, where was she found?
Shot through the heart, lying cold on the ground
Many heart she has broken
Many life she has stole
It all now has ended
In her bed, in the snow
Poor Ellen, poor Ellen you've wasted your life
You could've made some man a very good wife
Many friends tried to warn you
Of your ending, you was told
Now all is ended
In your bed, in the snow
So early this morning, poor Ellen was found,
Shot through the heart, lying cold on the ground
The men, they will mourn you
The wives, they'll be glad
Such is the ending
Of a girl that is bad
Perhaps you're in heaven, God only knows
The bible plainly tells that you've gone down below