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Black is the colour of my true love's 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 my love and well he knows I love the ground whereon he goes I wish the day, it soon would come When he and I could soon be one Black is the colour of my true love's 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 go to Clyde and I mourn and weep For satisfied I ne'er can be I write him a letter just to feel short lies And suffer death a thousand times Black is the colour of my true love's 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 From Letras Mania