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 d**h 10,000 times Chorus: Black is the colour...