Black is the colour of my true loves hair His lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon he stands I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes How I wish that day would soon come When she and I can be as one
Black is the colour of my true loves hair His lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereons he stands
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep For satisfied I never sleep I write her letters just a few short lines And I suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the colour of my true loves hair His lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon he stands I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes How I wish that day would soon come When she and I can be as one
Black is the colour of my true loves hair His lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereons he stands
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep For satisfied I never sleep I write her letters just a few short lines And I suffer death ten thousand times
