On Top of Old Smokey

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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 will just rob you and take all you save But a false-hearted lover will lead you to the grave And the grave will decay you and turn you to dust Not one girl in a hundred a poor boy can trust They'll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies Than cross lines on a railroad or stars in the skies So come all you maidens and listen to me: Never place your affections 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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