On top of Old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
From courting to slow
For courting's a pleasure
And parting is grief
And a false-hearted lover
Is worse than a thief
A thief will just rob you
And take all your have
But a false-hearted lover
Leads you straight to the grave
The grave will decay you
And turn you to dust
Not a boy in a hundred
That a poor girl can trust
They'll hug you and kiss you
And tell you more lies
Than crossties on a railroad
Or stars in the sky
Some come all ye young maidens
Come and listen to me
Never place you affections
In a green willow tree
For the leaves they will wither
And the roots they will die
And you'll be forsaken
And you'll never know why
On top of Old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
Come a-courting too slow
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