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!