Tuesday, March 25, 2008

On Top of Old Smokey and On Top of Spaghetti (a parody)

"On Top of Old Smoky" is a traditional folk song of the United States. The song has been recorded by numerous artist. When The Weavers recorded the song in 1951, using an arrangement by Pete Seeger, it reached #2 on the pop music charts.

The song is often parodied. One of the best known parody versions is Tom Glazer's "On Top of Spaghetti". Children love this song especially the sneezing part.
THis is a very simple song for the kids to act out or to "storymap".

I have also included at the end....a folk song called Smokey Mountain which is very much like On Top of Old Smokey. It is sung to the same tune and the verses have many similarities.

On Top of Old Smokey
Written By: Unknown
Copyright Unknown

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.
Hear the Tune

On Top of Spaghetti
written by Tom Glazer

On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.

It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.

It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.

The mush was as tasty
As tasty could be,
And then the next summer,
It grew into a tree.

The tree was all covered,
All covered with moss,
And on it grew meatballs,
And tomato sauce.

So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,
Whenever you sneeze.
Hear the Song


Smoky Mountain
Written By: Unknown
Copyright Unknown

Out on ol' Smoky,
Ol' Smoky so low,
I lost my true lover,
By courting too slow.

Oh, courtin's a pleasure,
And partin's a grief,
A false-hearted lover
Is wuss than a thief.

A thief he will rob yew,
And take all yew hev,
But a false-hearted lover
Will lead yew to the grave.

The grave it will take yew
And turn yew to dust;
There ain't one boy in a million
A poor girl kin trust.

They'll hug yew and kiss yew,
And tell yew more lies,
Than the spikes in a railroad,
Or the stars in the skies.

They'll tell yew they love yew,
To give you heart's ease,
And then when your back's turned
They'll court whom they please.

It's rainin', it's hailin',
It's a dark stormy night;
Your horses cain't travel,
'Cause the stars give no light.

Put up your horses,
And feed them some hay;
Come set hyar beside me,
Fer's long's yew kin stay.

My horses ain't hungry,
They won't eat your hay;
My wagon's all loaded,
I'll feed on my way.

Your folks, they don't like me,
They say I'm too poor,
They say I'm not worthy
To enter your door.

They say I drink whiskey;
My money is my own.
If the old folks don't like me,
They can leave me alone.

As sure as the dewdrops
Fall on the green corn.
Last night he war with me,
Tonight he is gorn.

I'll go back to ol' Smoky,
Ol' Smoky so high,
Where the wild birds and turtle doves
Kin hear my sad cry.

This site has many more parodies of the song:
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