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Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

The sweetest smile the gentelest hands

I love the ground where on she stands



I live my love and well she knows

I love the ground where on she goes

I hope the day will one day come

When she and i will be as one



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I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep

For satisfied i never can be

I write her letters, jsut a few short lines

and suffer death a thousand times



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I love the ground where on she stands