On top of old Smokey all covered with snow,
I lost my true lover for courtin’ too slow
For courtin’s a pleasure but parting is grief
And a false hearted lover is worse than a thief
A thief’ll just rob you And take what you have,
But a false hearted lover will lead you to your grave.
The grave’ll decay you, and turn you to dust
Not one boy in a hundred a poor girl can trust