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  • Black is the Colour

    46,981 views 7 years ago
    Black is the Colour.

    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 & I could be as one.

    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 go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
    For satisfied, I ne'er can be,
    I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
    And suffer death, a thousand times.

    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. Show less
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