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.