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Black Is the Colour Songtext

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,where on she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground,where on she goes
I wish the day it soon will come
When she and I could be as one

I go to the Clyde
And mourn and weep
Satisfied I never can be
I write her a letter
Just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times

For black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetes smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground where on she stands.
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