Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And 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 would come When she and I could be as one Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands I love the ground whereon she stands I go to the Clyde and mourn an' weep For satisfied I never can be I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines And suffer death a thousand times For black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She's the sweetest smile and gentlest hands I love the ground whereon she stands