To the queen of hearts is the ace of sorrow He's here today and he's gone tomorrow Young men are plenty but sweethearts few If my lover leaves me, what shall I do? Had I a store in yonder mountain Where gold and silver were there for counting But I could not count for the thought of thee My eyes so full, I could not see. I love my father, I love my mother, I love my sister, and my brother, I love my friends, and my relatives too, I'll forsake them all and go with you. To the queen of hearts is the ace of sorrow He's here today and he's gone tomorrow Young men are plenty but sweethearts few If my lover leaves me, what shall I do?