A false-hearted lover / is worse than a thief

[cinquevolte]

I've been tickling my bf with a kiddie, "gross" version of the folk campfire song, "On Top of Old Smokey". The only lines I remembered were:

On top of old Smooookeeey /
all covered in CHEESE...

These lines are best falsetto-sung behind a teddy bear.

Aaron was all like, "What IS that?!" in regards to the song. So I was prompted to Google "On Top of Old Smokey" for the original lyrics. Eye-widening, I tell you. Perhaps another source for my deep, cynical and devastated romantic side.

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

For courting's a pleasure,
But parting is grief,
And a false-hearted lover,
Is worse than a thief.

A thief will just rob you,
And take what you have,
But a false-hearted lover,
Will lead you to your grave.

The grave will decay you,
And turn 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 crossties on a railroad,
Or stars in the sky.

So come ye young maidens,
And listen to me,
Never place your affection
In a green willow tree.

For the leaves they will wither,
The roots they will die,
And you'll be forsaken,
And never know why. 
Now that's brutal.