Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His face is soft and one rose fair
The purest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love my love, and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
The sweetest face and the strongest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
My own true love so fare you well
The time has passed I wish you well
Still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
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