作詞:A traditional folk song 作曲:A traditional folk song
On top of Old Smokey,
All covered with snow,
I lost my true lover,
For courting too slow.
For courting's a pleasure,
But parting is grief,
And a false-hearted lover,
Is worse than a thief.
A thief will just rob you,
And take what you have,
But a false-hearted lover,
Will lead you to your grave.
On top of Old Smokey,
All covered with snow,
I lost my true lover,
For courting too slow.