On top of Old smoky, all covered with snow. I lost my true lover, for courin’ too show. For courtin’s a pleasure, and parting is grief. And a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief. For a thief will just rob you and take all you pay. But a false-hearted lover will lead you astray. On top of Old smoky all covered with snow. I lost my true lover for courtin’ to slow.
