Текст песни On Top of Old Smoky (Live) - The Weavers

On top of Old Smokey
All covered with snow
Lost my true lover, I lost my true lover
Courtin′ so slow, for courtin' so slow
For courting′s a pleasure, for courting's a pleasure
But parting is grief, but parting is grief
And the false hearted lover, and the false hearted lover
Worse than a thief, is worse than a thief
A thief will just rob you, a thief will just rob you
Take what you have, and take what you have
A false hearted lover, but a false hearted lover
Lead you to the grave, will lead you to the grave
And the grave will decay you, and the grave will decay you
Turn you to dust, and turn you to dust
Not one boy in a hundred, not one boy in a hundred
A poor girl can trust, a poor girl can trust
They'll hug you and kiss you, they′ll hug you and kiss you
Tell you more lies, and tell you more lies
Than cross ties on a railroad, than the cross ties on a railroad
Or stars in the sky, or stars in the sky
So, come all you maidens, come all you young maidens
And listen to me, and listen to me
Never place your affection, never place your affection
On a green willow tree, on a green willow tree
The leaves, they will wither, for the leaves, they will wither
Roots they will die, the roots they will die
You′ll all be forsaken, you'll all be forsaken
Never know why, and never know why