Black Is The Colour

          F          G            
Black is the colour,   of my true 
        Am
love's hair,
             F          G     E7
Her lips are like, some roses fair,
                      F            
She has the sweetest smile, and the
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 gentlest hands,
            F    G               
I love the ground,   whereon she 
Am
stands.


[Verse 2]
       F        G             Am
I love my love, and well she knows,
           F            G      E7
I love the ground, whereon she goes,
           F       G          E7
I wish the day, it soon would come,
        F    G              Am
When she and I could be as one.


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[Verse 3]
         F        G             
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and 
Am
weep,
         F        G        E7
For satisfied, I ne'er can be,
              F              G 
I write her a letter, just a few 
        E7
short lines,
        F       G            Am
And suffer death, a thousand times.


[Verse 4]
              F          G     
For black is the colour,   of my 
               Am
true love's hair,
             F          G     E7
Her lips are like, some roses fair,
                      F            
She has the sweetest smile, and the
 G        E7
 gentlest hands,
            F    G               
I love the ground,   whereon she 
Am
stands.


[Instrumental]

F  G  Am
F  G  E7
F  G  E7
F  G  Am


[Verse 5]
          F          G            
Black is the colour,   of my true 
        Am
love's hair,
             F          G     E7
Her lips are like, some roses fair,
                      F            
She has the sweetest smile, and the
 G        E7
 gentlest hands,
               F    G             
And I love the ground, whereon she
  Am
 stands.
               F    G             
Yes I love the ground, whereon she
  Am
 stands.