On top of old smoky
All covered with snow
Lost my true lover
From courting too slow
Now, courtings' a pleasure
But parting is grief
And a false-hearted lover
Is worse than a thief
For a thief will just rob you
And take what you have
But a false-hearted lover
will lead you to the grave
And the grave will decay you
And turned you to dust
Not one boy in a hundred
A poor girl can trust
They'll hug you and kiss you
And tell you more lies
Than the crossties an a railroad
Or stars in the skies
So, come all you young maidens
And listen to me
Never place your affections
In a green willow tree
For the leaves they will wither
And the roots they will die
Your lover will forsake you
And you'll never know why.
R.I.P.......Ms Bride Of Agony
