歌词
Oh.oh..oh...oh....
Oh.oh..oh...oh....
Black is the colour of my true loves 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
Oh.oh..oh...oh....
Oh.oh..oh...oh....
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 can be as one
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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