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[00:27.840]Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
[00:33.850]Her lips are like a rose so fair.
[00:40.950]She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
[00:48.150]I love the ground whereon she stands.
[00:55.280]I love my love and well she knows.
[01:02.100]I love the ground whereon she goes.
[01:09.230]And how I wish the day would come,
[01:16.270]when she and I can be as one.
[01:23.380]Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
[01:29.920]Her lips are like a rose so fair.
[01:36.650]She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
[01:43.940]I love the ground whereon she stands.
[01:52.130]Oh...whereon she stands... .
[01:59.060]Oh...whereon she stands...
[02:05.840]Oh...whereon she stands...
[02:14.030]Oh...whereon she stands...
[02:19.780]Oh...whereon she stands...
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[02:29.900]I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
[02:36.830]For satisfied I never will sleep.
[02:43.770]I 'll write her a letter,
[02:46.740]just a few short lines,
[02:50.560]And suffer death ten thousand times.
[02:57.870]Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
[03:04.350]Her lips are like a rose so fair.
[03:11.030]She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
[03:18.300]I love the ground whereon she stands.
[03:25.040]I love the ground whereon she stands.
[03:32.300]I love the ground...