Black Is The Colour
Elane
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Black is the colour of my true loves hair
His lips are like some roses fair
Has the sweetest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground where on he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground where on he goes
I wish the day it soon would come
When he and i could be as one
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I go to the clyde for to mourn and weep
For satisfied i neer can be
I write him a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground where on he goes
I wish the day it soon would come
When he and i could be as one