歌词
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
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