Black is the Colour

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
 Her lips are like some rose so fair
 She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
 Oh, 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 might come
 When she and I might be as one
 Black is the colour of my true love's hair
 Her lips are like some rose so fair
 She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
 Oh, I love the ground whereon she stands
 I'll go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
 Where satisfied I never shall be
 Write her a letter, just a few short lines
 And suffer death 10, 000 times
 Black is the colour of my true love's hair
 Her lips are like some rose so fair
 She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
 Oh, I love the ground whereon she stands