Black is the colour of my true love's hair. His face is like some rosy fair, The prettiest face and the neatest hands, I love the ground whereon he stands.
I love my love and well he knows I love the ground whereon he goes If you no more on earth I see, I can't serve you as you have me.
The winter's passed and the leaves are green The time is passed that we have seen, But still I hope the time will come When you and I shall be as one.
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep, But satisfied I never could sleep, I'll write to you a few short lines I'll suffer death ten thousand times.
So fare you well, my own true love The time has passed, but I wish you well. But still I hope the time will come When you and I will be as one.
But Black is the colour of my true love's hair...
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