On top of Old Smokey,
All covered with snow,
I lost my [bad word] lover, [bad word] a-courting too slow.

For courting's a pleasure,
And parting is grief,
And a false-hearted lover,
Is worse than a thief.

She'll hug you and kiss you,
And tell you more lies,
Than crossties on a railroad,
And stars in the skies.

For courting's no pleasure,
When winter winds blow,
Don't want no [bad word] lover,
All covered with snow.

On top of Old Smokey,
All covered with snow!