To the queen of hearts he's the ace of sorrow
He's here today and 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 countin'
I would not count for the heart 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.