Black Is The Colour

	Black is the colour of my true love's hair
	Her lips are like some roses so fair
	She has 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 soon would come
	When she and I will be as one
	「Black is the Colour」
	作曲∶Traditional
	I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
	But satisfied I never shall be
	I'll write her a letter just a few short lines
	and suffer death a thousand times
	【おわり】

	Black is the colour of my true love' s hair
	Her lips are like some roses so fair
	She has 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 soon would come
	When she and I will be as one
	Black is the Colour
	zuò qǔ Traditional
	I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
	But satisfied I never shall be
	I' ll write her a letter just a few short lines
	and suffer death a thousand times