Black is the Colour of My True Love’s Hair

Black is the colour 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 wish the day it soon would come
 When she and I could be as one
 I go to the Clyde I mourn and weep
 For satisfied I never can be
 I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
 And suffer death a thousand times
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 Black is the colour 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 the ground whereon she stands