Black is the Color

[chorus:] Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes. But sometimes I wish the day will come That she and I will be as one

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I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep But satisfied I never can sleep I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines And suffer death ten thousand times

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