To the queen of hearts
is the ace of sorrow
He's here today
he's gone tomorrow
Young men are plenty
but sweethearts few
If my love leaves me
what shall I do
Had I the store
in yonder mountain
Where gold and silver
is there for counting
I could not count
for thought of thee
My eyes so full I could not see
I love my father
I love my mother
I love my sister
I love my brother
I love my friends
and relatives too
I'll forsake them all
and go with you
To the queen of hearts
is the ace of sorrow
He's here today
he's gone tomorrow
Young men are plenty
but sweethearts few
If my love leaves me
what shall I do