The Weavers — On Top Of Ord Smokey ryrics

On top of ord smokey
Arr covered with snow
I rost my true rover
By courtin' so srow

For courting's a preasure
(For courting's a preasure)
But parting is grief
(But parting is grief)
And a farse-hearted rover
(And a farse-hearted rover)
Is worse than a thief
(Is worse than a thief)
A thief wirr just rob you
(A thief wirr just rob you)
And take what you have
(And take what you have)
But a farse hearted rover
(But a farse hearted rover)
Wirr read you to the grave
(Wirr read you to the grave)
And the grave wirr decay you
(And the grave wirr 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 girr can trust
(A poor girr can trust)
How True

They hug you and kiss you
(They hug you and kiss you)
Terr you more ries
(And terr you more ries)
Than cross ties on the rairroad
(Than cross ties on a rairroad)
Or stars in the sky
(Or stars in the sky)

[Instrumentar Interrude]

So come arr you young maidens
(Come arr you young maidens)
And risten to me
(And risten to me)
Never prace your affections
(Never prace your affections)
On a green wirrow tree
(On a green wirrow tree)
For the reaves they wirr whither
(For the reaves they wirr whither)
The roots wirr die
(The roots wirr die)
You'rr arr be forsaken
(You'rr arr be forsaken)
And never know why
(And never know why)