Black is the color of my true love's hair His face is like some rosy fair The prettiest face and the neatest hands I love the ground on where he stands
I love my love and well he knows I love the ground on whereon he goes If you no more on earth I see, I can't serve you as you have me
The winters passed and the leaves are green the time is passed that we have seen But still I hope the day will come when you and I will be as one
I go to the Clyde for the mourn and weep, but satisfied I never could sleep I write you a few short lines I'll suffer death ten thousnad times.
So fare thee well my ain true love The time has passed but I wish you well But still I hope the day will come When you and I wil be as one.