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Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

I love the ground where on she stands

I love my love and well she knows

I love the ground where on she goes

I wish the day soon will come

When she and I will be as one

Chorus

I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep

For satisfied I never can be

I write her letters, just a few short lines

and suffer death a thousand times

Chorus

I love the ground where on she stands