On top of Old Smokey,
All covered with snow,
I lost my true lover,
Come a-courting too slow.
For courting's a pleasure,
And parting is grief,
And a false-hearted lover,
Is worse than a thief. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/alvin_and_the_chipmunks/on_top_of_old_smokey.html ]
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 true lover,
All covered with snow.