The Queen Of Hearts

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