To the Queen of hearts Is the Ace of sorrow He's here today He's gone tomorrow Young men are plenty But sweehearts few If my love leaves me What shall I do And I have a story In yonder mountain Where gold and silver Is there for the 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 sweehearts few If my love leaves me What shall I do