On Top of Old Smokey
(Högt uppe på berget)
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.