Lyrics:

Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's Hair.

her Lips Are Like A Rose So Fair.

she's Got The Sweetest Face 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.

and How I Whish The Day Would Come

when She And I Can Be As One.



i Go To The Clyde And Mourn And Weep

satisfied I Never Will Sleep.

i 'll Write Her A Letter, Just A Few Short Lines

and Suffer Death Ten Thousand Times.