Really, those were the lyrics?

So, at my local Rotary club, there is often a moment where we are asked to sing a traditional song: "America the Beautiful", "Clementine", "Coming Around the Mountain". It makes Chief Bill (who loves to sing) happy and this week he suggested: "On Top of Old Smoky".  I thought I knew the song, but apparently not. 

 ...bitter, anyone?

 ...bitter, anyone?

Honestly, I had no idea. I found out there is a final verse: 

So come all your maidens and listen to me
Never place your affections on a green willow tree
For the
leaves they will wither and the roots they will die
You'll all be forsaken and never know why.

Jeepers, someone really needs to see a therapist and work through some abandonment issues.