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?

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