On Top of the Old Smokey - Connie Francis

On top of old Smokey all covered with snow

I lost my true lover by courting too slow

Oh, courting’s a pleasure, parting is grief

And a false hearted lover is worse than a thief.

(But a thief he will just rob you

And take what you say

But a false hearted lover

Will send you to your grave.)

Hey’ll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies

Than the crossties on the railroad or the stars in the skies

Your grave will decay you and turn you to dust

Not one boy in ten thousand a poor girl can trust.

On top of old Smokey all covered with snow

I lost my true lover by courting too slow…