Old Smoky, Lyric Variant 01, Copy


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Old Smoky, Lyric Variant 01, Copy


One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. There is lamination-related creasing on the document. The lower right corner was folded into the laminate. There is a minor tear at the left upper edge. There is an editorial note handwritten in pencil at the upper right corner. The document is a carbon duplicate.


Folk songs, American Unrequited love -- Songs and music Courtship -- Songs and music Mountains -- Songs and music

Alternative Title

Old Smokey. On Top of Old Smokie. On Top of the Smokies All Covered with Snow. On Top of Old Smokies. Advice to Girls. Pretty Polly. Pretty Polly. I'm Going Away


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

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I. G. Greer


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Before copying this, let me dictate a correction

Old Smokey

Come sit down beside me
As long as you stay.
My horses aren’t hungry,
They won’t eat your hay.

It’s raining, it’s raining.
Won’t give me no light.
My horses can’t travel this dark road to
This dark road to night.

Your parents are against me,
And mine are the same.
Look upon your love book
And rub out my name.

On top of old Smokey
Where the hills are so high
Where the wild birds and the turtle doves
Can hear my sad cry.

On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lose a true lover
By courting too slow.

Courting is a pleasure
And parting a grief.
And a false hearted young man
Is worse than a thief.

A thief will only rob you
And take all you have.
And a false hearted young man
Will bring you to your grave.

The grave will decay you
And turn you to dust.
There’s not a boy in a hundred a poor boy can trust.
A poor girl can trust.

They’ll hug you, they’ll kiss you
For to give your heart ease.
And as soon as your back is turned
They’ll court who they please.

On top of old Smokey
All covered with corn
To-day I am with you
To-morrow I’ll be gone.

I’m going back to Smokey.
I’m going back to die,
Where the pigeons and turtle doves
Can hear my sad cry.

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Old Smoky, Lyric Variant 01, Copy

Document Title

Old Smokey

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Folk Lyric - 253

Dimensions - Original

216 mm x 357 mm

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Alexandra S. Toomey

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