On Top of Old Smokey


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On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow,
I lost my true lover
For courting too slow.

Now, courting is a pleasure
And parting is grief,
And a false-hearted lover
Is worse than a thief.

A thief will just rob you
And take what you have,
But a false-hearted lover
Will send you to your grave.

They'll hug you and kiss you
And tell you more lies
Than the crossties on the railroad
Or stars in the sky.

On top of Old Smokey
All covered with snow,
I lost my true lover
For courting too slow.



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