文本歌词

On top of old smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
From courting too slow
For courting's a pleasure
And parting's a grief
And a false hearted lover
Is worse than a thief
See a thief will just rob you
And take all you have
But a false hearted lover
Will lead you to the grave
And the grave will decay
You and turn you to dust
Not one girl in hundred
A poor girl can trust
They'll hug you and kiss you
And tell you more lies
Than cross lines on a railroad
Or stars in the skies
So come all your young maidens
And listen to me
Never place your affections
On a green willow tree
For the leaves they will wither
And the roots they will die
You'll all be forsaken
And never know why
On top of old smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
From courting too slow