On top of Old Smokey Matches base text
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."
Composition:
- Set to music by John Edmunds (1913 - 1986), "On top of Old Smokey", published 1953, copyright © 1953 [ voice and piano ]
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Researcher for this page: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2018-12-04
Line count: 24
Word count: 116