- Black is the colour of my true love hair
- His lips are like some roses fair
- He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
- And I love the ground whereon he stands
- I 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 came be as one
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- I 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 times
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- Black is the colour of my true love hair
- His lips are like some roses fair
- He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
- And I love the ground whereon he stands
- I love the ground whereon he stands
- I love I love I love the ground whereon he stands
