Black is the colour of my true love's hair His lips are like a rose so fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And i love the ground where on he stands I love my love and well he knows I love the ground where on he goes And how i wish the day would come When he and i can be as one Black is the colour of my true love's hair His lips are like a rose so fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands I love the ground where on he stands I go to the clyde and mourn and weep Satisfied i never will sleep I'll write his a letter, just a few short lines And suffer death ten thousand times Black is the colour of my true love's hair