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
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