Black Is the Color Lyrics

( Traditional )Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is like some wondrous fair
With the prettiest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he standsI love my love
And well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
If you know ???
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I can serve you
As you have meI go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I'll write him a letter, just a few short lines
I'll suffer death one thousand timesBlack is the color of my true love's hair
His face is like some wondrous fair
With the prettiest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands