Black is the colour

(Am) Black is the (F) colour (G) of my true love's (Am) hair
Her lips are (F) like (G) some roses (E) fair
She's got the sweetest (F) smile (G) and the gentlest (E) hands
And I love the (F) ground (G) whereon she (Am) stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day would someday come
When she and I could be as one

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I go to the Clyde, and mourn and weep
For satisfied, I never can be
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times

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