The Ace Of Sorrow

To the Queen of Hearts

he's the Ace of sorrow

He's here today

he's gone tomorrow

Young men are plenty

but sweet-hearts few

If my love leaves me

what shall I do

Had I the store on

yonder mountain

With gold and silver

I had for counting

I could not sing

for the thought of thee

My eyes so full

I could not see

My father left me both

house and land

And servants made

at my command

At my commandment

they ne'er shall be

I'll forsake them all

and go with thee

I love my father

I love my mother

I love my sister

I love my brother

I love my friends

my relations too

But I'll leave them all

and go with you

To the Queen of Hearts

he's the Ace of sorrow

He's here today

he's gone tomorrow

Young men are plenty

but sweet-hearts few

If my love leaves me

what shall I do