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Black is the color of my true love's hair |
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His lips are like some roses fair |
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He's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands, |
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And I love the ground whereon he stands. |
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I love my love, and well he knows. |
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I love the ground whereon he goes. |
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I wish the day, it soon would come |
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When he and I could be as one. |
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For black is the color of my true love's hair |
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His lips are like some roses fair |
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He's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands, |
| [02:13.10] |
And I love the ground whereon he stands. |
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I go to Clyde, and I mourn and weep |
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For satisfied, I never can be. |
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And I write him a letter, just a few short lines |
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And suffer death, a thousand times! |
| [03:32.77] |
For black is the color of my true love's hair |
| [03:41.38] |
His lips are like red roses fair |
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He's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands, |
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And I love the ground whereon he stands! |
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And I love the ground whereon he stands! |
