On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
For courting too slow
Courting 's a pleasure
And parting is a grief
But a false hearted lover
Is worst than a thief
For a thief he will rob you
And take what you have
But a false hearted lover
Will lead you to your grave
The grave will decay you
And turn you to dust
One girl in a thousand
That a poor boy can trust
For they'll hug and they'll kiss you
And tell you more lies
That the crossties on a railroad
Or the stars in th sky
So come all you young fellows
Take a warning from me
Never place your affection
On a green growing tree
For the leaves they will wither
And the roots will decay
And a false hearted lover
Will soon fade away
On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
For courting too slow
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