To the queen of hearts, he's 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 had for counting I could not count for thought 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 command, 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, he's gone tomorrow Young men are plenty but sweethearts few If my love leaves me what shall I do?