O'l Smokey

On top of old smokey all covered with snow
I lost my true lover for courting too slow
For courting's a pleasure and parting's a grief
And a false hearted lover is worse than a thief

For a thief he will rob you and take all you have
But a false hearted lover will take you to the grave
The grave will decay you and turn you to dust
There just isn't one girl that a poor boy can trust

So come all your lovers and listen to me
Don't place your affections on a green willow tree
For the leaves they will wither and the roots they will die
And you will be forgotten and never know why

On top of old smokey all covered with snow
I lost my true lover for courting too slow



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Spiess
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