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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 & 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,
For satisfied, I ne`er can be,
I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.
(Guitar)
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.