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Black is the colour of my true love's hair |
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Her lips are like some roses fair |
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She has the sweetest smile |
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and the gentlest hands |
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And i love the ground where on she stands |
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I go to the Clyde where i mourn and weep |
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For satisfied i never can be |
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I write her a letter, just a few short lines |
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and suffer death a thousand times |
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Black is the colour of my true love's hair |
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Her lips are like some roses fair |
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She has the sweetest smile |
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and the gentlest hands |
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And i love the ground where on she stands |
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I love my love and well she knows |
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I love the ground where on she goes |
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I wish the day it soon would come |
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when she and i could be as one |