Lyrics:

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose so fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
Oh, 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 might come
When she and I might be as one

Chorus:
Black is the colour...

I'll go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
Where satisfied I never shall be
Write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death 10,000 times

Chorus:
Black is the colour...