Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the grounds whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the grounds whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
When she and I can be as one

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I ne'er can be
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the grounds whereon she stands

I love the grounds whereon she stands
I love the grounds whereon she stands

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Writer(s): Pina Kollars, Traditional