On top of old Smokey-ey-ey All covered in snow I lost my true lover For a courtin' to slow Now courtin's a pleasure-ure And partin's are grief But a false hearted lover Is worse than a thief A thief he will rob you And take all you have But a false hearted lover He will lead you to the grave And the grave will decay you-ou-ou-ou And turn you to dust There's not one man in a million A poor girl can trust For they hug you and squeeze you And tell you more lies Than on the cross ties on a railroads Or the stars in the sky Come all you young ladie-ie-ie-ies And listen to me Never spread your affections On the green willow tree For the leaves they will wither-er-er The roots they will die-ie-ie You'll all be forsaken And you'll never know why On top of old Smokey-ey-ey-ey All covered in snow-ow-ow-ow I lost my true lovin' ma-a-an For a courtin' to slow