Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose so fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
Oh, 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 it soon might come
When she and I might be as one
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Black is the colour...
I'll go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
Where satisfied I never shall be
Write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death 10,000 times
Chorus:
Black is the colour...