It's a Pity What Money Can Do

I was a poor boy, a poor girl was she

I loved her true and I thought she loved me

But I couldn't offer her anything new

It's a pity what money can doShe met with a stranger more wealthy than I

What I had promised her he said he'd buy

She gave him kisses then left me so blue

It's a pity what money can doA man without money is well off, it seems

He can't spend fortunes on poor worthless schemes

But a rich man will buy dreams that never come true

It's a pity what money can doNow he has my sweetheart, I'm all alone

He'll be as lonesome when his fortune's gone

She'll spend all his silver then find someone new

It's a pity what money can do