On Top of Old Smokey 
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			T&M: Vaughn Horton

On top of Old Smokey, all coverd with snow, 
I lost my true lover, from a-courting so slow. 

For courting's a pleasure and partin' is grief, 
and a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief. 

A thief will just rob you, and take all you have, 
but a false-hearted lover will lead you to the grave. 

And the grave will decay you and turn you to dust, 
not one boy in a hundered, a poor girl can trust. 

They'll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies, 
then the cross-ties on the railroad or the stars in the skies. 

So come all you young maidens and pay attention to me, 
never place your affecation on a green willow tree. 

For the leaves they will wither and the roots they will die, 
you'll all be forsaken and never know why. 

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