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 do She 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 do A 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 do Now 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