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BLACK IS THE COLOUR
Black is the colour of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She’s 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 will come it soon would come
When she and I could be as one
Black is the colour of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She’s the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
And I love the ground whereon she stands
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can be
And I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times
For black is the colour of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like red roses fair
She’s got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
And I love the ground whereon she stands
For black is the colour of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like red roses fair
She’s the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
And I love the ground whereon she stands
For black is the colour of my true love’s hair
