On top of Old smoky 
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.