Black is the colour of my true love's hair. Her lips are like a rose so fair. She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands. I love my love and well she knows. I love the ground whereon she goes. And how I wish the day would come when she and I can be as one. Black is the colour of my true love's hair. Her lips are like a rose so fair. She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands. Oh...whereon she stands... . Oh...whereon she stands... . Oh...whereon she stands... . Oh...whereon she stands... . Oh...whereon she stands... . Oh...whereon she stands... . Oh...whereon she stands... . I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep For satisfied I never will sleep. I 'll write her a letter, just a few short lines And suffer death ten thousand times. Black is the colour of my true love's hair. Her lips are like a rose so fair. She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands. I love the ground whereon she stands. I love the ground whereon she stands. undefined
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