Em


[Verse]
             C     D                  Em
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
              C   D           Em
Her lips are like some roses fair
             C    D                 Em
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
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I love the ground whereon she stands


[Verse]
         C   D             Em
I love my love and well she knows
           C     D            Em
I love the ground whereon she goes
           C  D             Em
I hope the day will one day come
             C D           Em
When she and I  will be as one


[Verse]
            C    D                 Em
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
         C   D            Em
For satisfied I never can be
            C       D                 Em
I write her letters, just a few short lines
           C    D           Em
And suffer death a thousand times