Am F G Am            Black is the colour of my true love's hair

F C E E⁷                Her lips are like some roses fair

F C E E⁷                She had the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

F G Am                  And I love the ground whereon she stands.

F C E E⁷                I love the ground whereon she goes

F C E E⁷                I wish the day it soon would come

F G Am                  When she and I could be as one

Am F G Am            I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep

F C E E⁷                For satisfied I ne'er can be

F C E E⁷                I write her a letter just a few short lines

F G Am                  And suffer death a thousand times

Am F G Am            Black is the colour of my true love's hair.

F C E E⁷                Her lips are like some roses fair

F C E E⁷                She had the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

Last updated Saturday 07 November 2011

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