Black is the Colour

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Black is the colour

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of my true love’s hair.

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Her lips are like

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some roses fair

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She has the sweetest smile

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and the gentlest hands

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And I love the ground

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whereon she stands.

Or you can play higher, without bends:

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5 (5) 6 5 (4)
(6) (6) (6) (8)
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(6) (6) (4) (5)
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I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
When she and I could be as one

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I ne’er can be
I write her a letter just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times

Black is the colour of my true love’s hair.
Her lips are like some roses fair
She had the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands.