On top of Old Smokey,
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All covered with snow,
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I lost my true lover,
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Come a-courting too slow.
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For courting's a pleasure,
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And parting is grief,
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And a false-hearted lover,
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Is worse than a thief.
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She'll hug you and kiss you,
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And tell you more lies,
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Than crossties on a railroad,
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And stars in the skies.
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For courting's no pleasure,
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When winter winds blow,
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Don't want no true lover,
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All covered with snow.
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On top of Old Smokey,
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All covered with snow!
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On Top Of Old Smokey
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| Alvin And The Chipmunks |
