On top of Old Smokey,
All covered with snow,
I lost my true lover,
Come a-courting too slow
For courting's a pleasure,
And parting is grief,
And a false-hearted lover,
Is worse than a thief
She'll hug you and kiss you,
And tell you more lies,
Than crossties on a railroad,
And stars in the skies
For courting's no pleasure,
When winter winds blow,
Don't want no true lover,
All covered with snow
On top of Old Smokey,
All covered with snow!