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."
Submitted by Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]
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Text added to the website: 2018-12-04.
Last modified: 2018-12-06 15:59:17
Line count: 24
Word count: 116
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