On Top of Old Smoky Lyrics

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.