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On Top Of Old Smoky On top of Old Smoky All covered with snow, I lost my true lover For courting too slow.For, courting's a pleasure But parting is grief, And a false-hearted lover Is worse than a thief.For a thief he will rob you And take what you have, But a false-hearted lover Will lead you to the grave.She'll hug you and kiss you And tell you more lies Than the crossties on the railroad Or stars in the sky. On top of Old Smoky All covered with snow, I lost my true lover For courting too slow. On top of Old Smoky, on top of Old Smoky...