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 ?