To the Queen of Hearts is the Ace of sorrow.
He's here today, he's gone tomorrow.
Young men are plenty but sweet hearts few.
If you my love leaves me, what shall I do.
Hard I the store in you der mountain,
Where gold and silver is there for countin'
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, neighbours too.
I'll for sake them all and go with you.