Black is the Colour

1)  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

And I love the ground whereon she stands

 

2)  I love my love, well she knows

I love the ground whereon she goes

I wish the day it soon would come

When she and I could be as one

 

3) I go to the Clyde, I mourn and weep

For satisfied I never can be

I gonna write her a letter, just a few short lives

And suffer death a thousand times

 

4) For 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

And I love the ground whereon she stands