Classic Poem

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 love leave me, what shall I do?

Had I the store in yonder mountain
Where gold and silver are had for counting,
I could not count for the thought of thee,
My eyes so full I cannot see.

My father left me both house and lands
And servants many at my command.
At my commandment they ne'er shall be,
I'll forsake them all and follow thee.