Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground, whereon she goes,
I wish the day, it soon would come,
When she and I could be as one.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
And satisfied, I never can be,
And the I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
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