Black is the colour

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Black is the colour         Trad.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair.

His lips are like some roses fair.

He has the sweetest hands and the gentilest hands.

I love the ground whereon he stands.

 

I love my love and well he knows

I love the ground whereon he goes.

I pray the day it soon will come

When he and I will be as one.

 

I'll go to the Clyde and I'll mourn and weep

For satisfied I never can be.

 I'll write him a letter just a few short lines

And suffer death a thousand time.

repete verse 1.

 

 

 

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