[00:11.04]Black ist the colour of my true love's hair
[00:17.04]his face is like some roses fair
[00:23.01]he has the sweetest face and the neatest hands
[00:29.07]I love the ground whereon he stands
[01:02.16]I love my love and well he know
[01:08.16]I love the ground whereon he goes
[01:14.13]I wish the day it soon would come
[01:20.04]when he and I could be as one
[02:20.16]I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
[02:26.13]for satisfied I ne'er can be
[02:32.22]I write him a letter, just a few short lines
[02:38.46]and suffer death a thousand times
[03:35.19]I love my love and well he know
[03:41.25]I love the ground whereon he goes
[03:47.19]he's got the stweetest face, the neatest hands
[03:53.67]I love the ground whereone he stands

Black ist the colour of my true love's hair
his face is like some roses fair
he has the sweetest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love my love and well he know
I love the ground whereon he goes
I wish the day it soon would come
when he and I could be as one
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
for satisfied I ne'er 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 know
I love the ground whereon he goes
he's got the stweetest face, the neatest hands
I love the ground whereone he stands