Ole Smokey

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 is grief,

but a false-hearted lover,

Is worse than a thief.

A thief will just rob you,

And take what you have,

But a false-hearted lover,

Will lead you to the grave.

The grave it.

Will decay you,

And turn you to dust,

Not one girl in a hundred

A poor boy can trust.

Come on you true lovers

and listen to me

Never .... your affection

On a green willow tree

The leaves they will wither,

The roots they will die,

will ..... forsaken,

And never know why.

On top of Old Smokey,

All covered with snow,

I lost my true lover,

For courting too slow.