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Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands
And 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 soon would come
When she and i will be as one

And black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands
And i love the ground whereon she stands

I go to the clyde and mourn and weep
But satisfied i never shall be
I'll write her a letter with a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times

And black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands
And i love the ground whereon she stands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love the ground whereon she stands
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