Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is like roses so fair
He's the prettiest face
And the neatest of hands
I love the ground on where he stands
Oh I love my love
And this he knows
I love the ground on whereon he goes
If you no more on earth I see
I can't serve you as you have me
The winters pa**ed and the leaves are green
The time is pa**ed that we have seen
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one
I go to the Clyde to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never could sleep
I write you a letter
Just a few short lines
I'll suffer d**h ten thousand times
So fare you well my ain't true love
The time has pa**ed but I wish you well
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one
I love my love and this she knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
He's the prettiest face and the neatest of hands
I love the ground were on he stands