On Top of Old Smokey

On Top of Old Smokey
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LwqkKUsz22c&feature=channel_page

On top of Old Smokey,
All covered with snow,
I lost my true lover,
For a-courtin' too slow.

Now 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 save,
But a false hearted lover,
Will lead you to the grave.

And the grave will decay you,
And turn you to dust,
Not one girl in a hundred,
That a poor boy can trust.

They'll hug you and kiss you,
And tell you more lies,
Than the crossties on a railroad,
Or stars in the sky.

They'll tell you they love you,
To give your heart ease,
But as soon as your back's turned,
They court whom they please.

So come all you maidens,
And listen to me,
Never place your affections,
On a green willow tree.

For the leaves they will wither,
And the roots they will die,
And your true love will leave you,
And you'll never know why.