Black is the color of my true loves hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he standsI love my love and well, he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
I wish that day would soon come
When he and I can be as oneI go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never sleep
I write him letters just a few short lines
And I suffer death ten thousand timesBlack is the color of my true loves hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he standsI love the ground whereon he stands
I love, I love, I love the ground whereon he stands
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