On Top of Old Smokey

On top of old smokey

All covered with snow

I lost my true lover

By courtin' too slow

Oh courting's a pleasure

And flirting is grief

But a false hearted lover

Is worse than a thief

She'll hug you and kiss you

And tell you more lies

Than the crossties on the railroad

Or the stars in the sky

On top of old smokey

All covered with snow

I lost my true lover

Are courtin' too slow