ON TOP OF OLD SMOKY



On top of old Smoky, all covered with snow

I lost my true lover from courting too slow



Though courting's a pleasure and parting is grief

A false-hearted lover is worse than a thief



For a thief will just rob you and take what you have

But a false-hearted lover will lead you to the grave



The grave will decay you and turn you to dust

Not one boy in a thousand a poor girl can trust



He'll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies

Than cross-ties on a railroad or stars in the skies



Recorded by Ives

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