Lyrics

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 For a thief will just rob you And take all you save 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 fifty A poor boy 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 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