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Black is the colour of my true loves hair |
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Her lips are like some roses fair |
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She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands |
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And I love the ground whereon she stands |
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I love my love and well she knows |
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I love the ground whereon she goes |
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I wish that day it soon would come |
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When she and I could be as one |
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I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep |
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For satisfied I never can leave |
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I write her letters just a few short lines |
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And I suffer death a thousand times |
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Black is the colour of my true loves hair |
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Her lips are like some roses fair |
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She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands |
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And I love the ground whereon she stands |
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And I love the ground whereon she stands |
