On top of Old Smokey
Language: English
On top of Old Smokey All covered with snow I lost my true lover By a-sparkin' too slow. Sparkin' is pleasure And partin' is grief, And a false-hearted lover Is wuss than a thief. A thief he will rob you, Will take all you have; But a false-hearted lover Will send you to your grave. The grave will decay you, Will turn you to dust There's not a girl in a hundred A poor boy can trust. "Go put up yer horses And feed 'em some hay; Come sit here beside me As long as you stay." "My horses ain't hungry, They won't eat yer hay, So fare well little darlin' I'll feed on the way."
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by John Edmunds (1913 - 1986), "On top of Old Smokey", published 1953, copyright © 1953. [voice and piano] [ sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2018-12-04
Line count: 24
Word count: 116