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[al:] |
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A black is the colour of my true love's hair. |
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His face is like some rosy fair, |
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The prettiest face and the neatest hands, |
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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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If you no more on earth I see, |
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I can't serve you as you have me. |
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The winter's passed and the leaves are green |
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The time is passed that we have seen, |
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But still I hope the time will come |
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When you and I shall be as one. |
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I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep, |
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But satisfied I could never sleep, |
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I'll write to you a few short lines |
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I'll suffer death ten thousand times. |
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So fare thee well, my own true love |
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The time has passed, but I wish you well. |
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But still I hope the time will come |
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When you and I shall be as one. |
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A black is the colour of my true love's hair... |
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