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On Top Of Old Smoky - Album Version

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Lyricist: A traditional folk song     Composer: A traditional folk song





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

For courting's a pleasure,
But 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 lead you to your grave.

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