[Verse 1]
black is the colour of my true loves hair
her lips are like some roses fair
she had the sweetest smile and the gentelest hands
and i love the ground whereon she stands
[Verse 2]
i love my love and well she knows
i love the ground whereon she goes
i wish the day it soon would come
when she and i would be as one
[Verse 3]
i go to the clyde and i mourn and weep
for satisfied i ne er can be
i wrote her a letter just a few short lines
and suffer death a thousand times
[Verse 4]
black is the colour of my true loves hair
her lips are like some roses fair
she had the sweetest smile and the gentelest hands
and i love the ground whereon she stands
