They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed
With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head
O, poor Mary Bellows...

She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor
So she left her home in Arkansas
O, poor Mary Bellows...

She wanted to see the deep blue sea
She travel across Tennessee
O, poor Mary Bellows...

She met a man along the way
He introduced himself as Richard Slade
O, poor Mary Bellows...

Poor Mary thought that she might die
When she saw the ocean for the first time
O, poor Mary Bellows...

She checked into a cheap little place
Richard Slade carried in her old suitcase
O, poor Mary Bellows...

'I'm a good girl, sir," she said to him
"I couldn't possibly permit you in"
O, poor Mary Bellows...

Slade tipped his hat and winked his eye
And turned away without goodbye
O, poor Mary Bellows...

She sat on her bed and thought of home
With the sea breeze whistling all alone
O, poor Mary Bellows...

In hope and loneliness she crossed the floor
And undid the latch on the front door
O, poor Mary Bellows...

They found her the next day cuffed to the bed
rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head
O, poor Mary Bellows...

So, mothers, keep your girls at home,
Don't let them journey out alone,
Tell them the world is full of danger
And to shun [bad word] of strangers
O, poor Mary Bellows...
O, poor Mary Bellows...