Black Is the Colour of My True Love's Hair
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Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, whereon she stands.
I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground, whereon she goes,
I wish the day, it soon would come,
When she and I will be as one.
I'll go to the Clyde and I'll mourn and weep,
For satisfied, I could never can be,
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.
History: See also #23