On Top of Old Smokey (Högt uppe på berget) T&M: Vaughn Horton On top of Old Smokey, all coverd with snow, I lost my true lover, from a-courting so slow. For courting's a pleasure and partin' is grief, and a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief. 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 boy in a hundered, a poor girl can trust. They'll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies, then the cross-ties on the railroad or the stars in the skies. So come all you young maidens and pay attention to me, never place your affecation 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.