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Intro

 Black is the colour of my true loves hair

 His lipes are like some roses fair

 He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

 And I love the ground whereon he stands

 I love my love and well he knows

 I love the ground whereon he goes

 I wish that day would soon come

 When he and I can be as one

Solo

 I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep

 For satisfied I never sleep

 I write him letters just a few short lines

 And suffer death ten thousand times

 Black is the colour of my true loves hair

 His lips are like some roses fair

 He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

 And I love the ground whereon he stands

 I love the ground whereon he stands

 I love I love I love the ground whereon he stands