On top of old Smokey all covered with snow I lost my true lover for courting too slow For courting's a pleasure and parting's a grief And a false hearted lover is worse than a thief For a thief will just rob you and take all your pay But a false hearted lover will lead you to your grave And the grave will de-cay you and turn you to dust Not one boy in a hundred that a poor girl can trust The'll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies Than the crosswalks on the railroad and the stars in the sky So come you young maidens and listen to me Never place your a-ffections on a green willow tree For the leaves will wither and the roots will die You'll all be for-saken and you'll never know why You'll all be for-saken and you'll never know why -y -y