On Top Of Old Smokey

On top of old Smokey

All covered with snow

I lost my true lover

For courting too slow

Now courting is pleasure

And parting is grief

And a false-hearted lover

Is worse than a thief

A thief will just rob you

And take what you have

But a false-hearted lover

Will lead you to the grave

The grave will decay you

And turn you to dust

Not one boy in a hundred

A poor girl can trust

They'll hug you and kiss you

And tell you more lies

Than cross-ties on a railroad

Or stars in the skies

So come all you young maidens

And listen to me

Never place your affection

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