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verse1: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 had the sweetest smile and the gentelest hands
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and i love the ground whereon she stands
verse2: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 would be as one
verse3:i go to the clyde and i mourn and weep
for satisfied i ne 'er can be
i wrote her a letter just a few short lines
and suffer death a thousand times
verse4; repeat verse 1
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