On Top Of Old Smokey

Lyrics: Traditional, arr Wakefield
Music: Traditional, arr Wakefield

On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
By courting too slow

Now courting's a pleasure
And parting's a grief
A false hearted lover
Is worse than a thief

A thief will but rob you
And take what you've saved
But a false hearted lover
Will send you to the grave

The grave will decay you
And turn you to dust
Not one girl in a hundred
That a poor girl can trust


Go hitch up your horses
And feed them some hay
Then sit down beside me
As long as you stay

My horses ain't hungry
They won't eat your hay
So fare thee well darling
I'll be on my way

On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
By courting too slow