^D On top of old ^G Smokey All covered with ^D snow I lost my true ^A lover For courting too ^D slow Courting \'s a pleasure And parting is a grief But a false hearted lover Is worst than a thief For a thief he will rob you And take what you have But a false hearted lover Will lead you to your grave The grave will decay you And turn you to dust One girl in a thousand That a poor boy can trust For they\'ll hug and they\'ll kiss you And tell you more lies That the crossties on a railroad Or the stars in th sky So come all you young fellows Take a warning from me Never place your affection On a green growing tree For the leaves they will wither And the roots will decay And a false hearted lover Will soon fade away On top of old Smokey All covered with snow I lost my true lover For courting too slow