On Top of Old Smokey - The Weavers
On top of Old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
For courtin' so slow
For courting's a pleasure
For courting's a pleasure
But parting is grief  but parting is grief
And the false hearted lover
And the false hearted lover
Worse than a thief  is worse than a thief
A thief will just rob you  a thief will just rob you
Take what you have  and take what you have
A false hearted lover  but a false hearted lover
Lead you to the grave  will lead you to the grave
And the grave will decay you
And the grave will decay you
Turn you to dust  and turn you to dust
Not one boy in a hundred
Not one boy in a hundred
A poor girl can trust
A poor girl can trust
They'll hug you and kiss you
They'll hug you and kiss you
Tell you more lies
And tell you more lies
Than cross ties on a railroad
Than the cross ties on a railroad
Or stars in the sky  or stars in the sky
So  come all you maidens
Come all you young maidens
And listen to me  and listen to me
Never place your affection
Never place your affection
On a green willow tree
On a green willow tree
The leaves  they will wither
For the leaves  they will wither
Roots they will die  the roots they will die
You'll all be forsaken  you'll all be forsaken
Never know why  and never know why