Tác giả: Chưa Biết
To the queen of hearts is the Ace of sorrow
He's here to day he's gone tomorrow
Young men are plenty but sweethearts
If my love leaves me what shall I do
Had the stone in yonder mountain
Where gold and silver is there for countin'
I could not count for thought of these
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
I'll for sake them all go with you;
He's here to day he's gone tomorrow
Young men are plenty but sweethearts
If my love leaves me what shall I do
Had the stone in yonder mountain
Where gold and silver is there for countin'
I could not count for thought of these
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
I'll for sake them all go with you;