On top of old Smokey all covered with snow
I lost my true lover for a-courting too slow
But courting's a pleasure and parting is grief
And a false hearted lover is worse than a thief

A thief he will rob you and take what you have
But a false hearted lover will lead you to the grave

She'll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies
Than crossties on the railroad or stars in the skies
I'll go back to old Smokey all covered with snow
Well, I lost my true lover for a-courting so slow