On Top Of Old Smokey,
All covered with snow,
I lost my true lover,
Come a court-in too slow.

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

A thief he will rob you
And take all you save,
But a false-hearted lover,
Will send you to your grave.

He’ll hug you and kiss you
And tell you more lies
Than crossties on a railroad
Or the stars in the skies.