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Black, black is the color of my true love's hair
Her cheeks are like some rosey fair,
The prettiest eyes and the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground whereon she goes,
If she on earth no more I see,
I won't serve you as you have me.
The winter's passed and the leaves are green,
The time is passed that we have seen,
But still I hope the time will come,
When you and I shall be as one.
I go to the Clyde to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep,
I'll write you a letter in a few short lines,
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.
So fare you well, my own true love,
The time has passed, I wish you well,
But still I hope the time will come,
When you and I shall be as one.
I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground whereon she goes,
The prettiest eyes and the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
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