To the queen of hearts he's the ace of sorrow He's here today but he's gone tomorrow Young men are plenty but sweethearts few If my love leave me what shall I do?
Had I the store in yonder mountain Where gold and silver is had for counting I would not count for the heart of thee Mine eyes so full I could not see
My father left me both house and land And servants many at my command At my commandment they ne'er shall be I'll forsake them all and go with thee
To the queen of hearts he's the ace of sorrow He's here today and he's gone tomorrow Young men are plenty but sweethearts few If my love leave me what shall I do?