On Top of Old Smokey

On top of old smokey

All covered with snow

I lost my true lover

From courting too slow

For courting's a pleasure

And parting's a grief

And a false hearted lover

Is worse than a thief

See a thief will just rob you

And take all you have

But a false hearted lover

Will lead you to the grave

And the grave will decay

You and turn you to dust

Not one girl in hundred

A poor girl can trust

They'll hug you and kiss you

And tell you more lies

Than cross lines on a railroad

Or stars in the skies

So come all your young 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

On top of old smokey

All covered with snow

I lost my true lover

From courting too slow