[Chorus]
Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
Has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, where on she stands.

[Verse]
I love my love and well she knows,
Love the ground, where on she goes,
I wish the day would soon come,
When she and I can be as one.

[Verse]
I go to the Clyde, I sit and weep,
For satisfied, I ne'er can be,
I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.
And suffer death, a thousand times.