Old Smokey, Lyric Variant 03
 


Citation

“Old Smokey, Lyric Variant 03,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed January 30, 2023, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31767.


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Title

Old Smokey, Lyric Variant 03

Description

This item is part of the I. G. Greer Folksong Collection which consists of more than 300 individual song titles and their variants as collected by Isaac Garfield Greer (1881-1967) from informants, primarily in Ashe, Wilkes and Watauga counties. The collection includes manuscripts, typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s clerical staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin.

Subject

Folk songs--United States
Courtship--Songs and music
Mountains--Songs and music
Abusive parents--Songs and music

Alternative Title

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

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

Transcription

Old Smokey
On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow,
I lost my true lover
By courting too slow.

Courting is a pleasure
Parting is grief,
But hard-hearted parents,
Are worse than a thief.

Your parents are against me
And mine are against you.
But, Nancy, I love you
Whatever I do.

I am going now to leave you,
And tell you goodbye,
And leave you weeping
On Smokey so high.

It’s a raining
It’s a hailing,
The moon gives no light
Your hoss can’t see to travel
This dark lonesome night.

My hoss he is hungry,
But he won’t eat your hay,
Your Daddy’s so darn stingy,
I’ll be on my way.

Old Smokey, old Smokey,
Keep watch o’er my love,
She’s as true as your mountains
And as pure as a dove.

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Folk Lyric - 253

File name

113_OldSmoky_Lyric_03

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