On top of Old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
Come'a courting too slow. .
A courting's a pleasure
A parting's a grief
A false hearted lover
Is worse than a thief.
A thief he will rob you
And take what you have
A false hearted lover
Will send you to your grave.
She'll hug you and kiss you
And tell you more lies
Than the cross ties on a railroad
Or the stars in the skies.