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
@love
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