Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's Hair

Her Lips Are Like A Rose So Fair

She's Got The Sweetest Face 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

And How I Wish The Day Would Come

When She And I Can Be As One



Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's Hair

Her Lips Are Like A Rose So Fair

She's Got The Sweetest Face And The Gentlest Hands

I Love The Ground Whereon She Stands



I Go To The Clyde And Mourn And Weep

Satisfied I Never Will Sleep

I'll Write Her A Letter, Just A Few Short Lines

And Suffer Death Ten Thousand Times



Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's Hair

Her Lips Are Like A Rose So Fair

She's Got The Sweetest Face And The Gentlest Hands

I Love The Ground Whereon She Stands