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