BLACK IS THE COLOR OF MY TRUE LOVE'S HAIR
Sung by Niamh Parsons. SheetMusic(pdf)

Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The purest eyes and the daintiest hands
I love the grass whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the grass whereon she goes
And I wish the day it soon might come
When she and I can be as one

I’ll go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
Where satisfied I ne’er shall be
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
Then suffer death ten thousand times

Then I sat down and I wrote this song
I wrote it neat, I wrote it long
And with every line I shed a tear
And at last I said farewell my dear

So fare thee well my own true love
I love you like the stars above
And if heaven or earth, or more I see
I'll ne'er treat you like you treated me

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