Lyrics:

Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair
her Lips Are Like Some Roses Fair
she Has The Sweetest Smile And 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 It Soon Would Come
when She And I Could Be As One.

i Go To The Clyde, And I Mourn And Weep
for Satisfied I Never Can Be
i'll Write Her A Letter, Just A Few Short Lines
and I Owe Death A Thousand Times

black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair
her Lips Are Like Red Roses Fair
she Has The Sweetest Smile
and The Gentlest Hands
and I Love The Ground Whereon She Stands.