Black is the colour of my true love's hairnHer lips are like a rose so fairnShe's got the sweetest face and the gentlest handsnI love the ground whereon she standsnnI love my love and well she knowsnI love the ground whereon she goesnAnd how I wish the day would comenWhen she and I can be as onennBlack is the colour of my true love's hairnHer lips are like a rose so fairnShe's got the sweetest face and the gentlest handsnI love the ground whereon she standsnnI go to the Clyde and mourn and weepnSatisfied I never will sleepnI'll write her a letter, just a few short linesnAnd suffer death ten thousand timesnnBlack is the colour of my true love's hairnHer lips are like a rose so fairnShe's got the sweetest face and the gentlest handsnI love the ground whereon she stands