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On top of old smokey all covered with snow |
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I lost my true lover for courting too slow |
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For courting's a pleasure and parting's a grief |
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And a false hearted lover is worse than a thief |
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For a thief will just rob you and take all you save |
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But a false hearted lover will lead you to the grave |
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And the grave will decay you and turn you to dust |
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Not one girl in a hundred a poor boy can trust |
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They'll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies |
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Than cross lines on a railroad or stars in the skies |
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So come all your maidens and listen to me |
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Never place your affections on a green willow tree |
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For the leaves they will wither and the roots they will die |
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You'll all be forsaken and never know why. |
