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?
Should 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
He's here today,
he's gone tomorrow