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

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

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

[Verse]
I go to the Clyde, I mourn and weep,
For satisfied, I never can be,
So, I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And I suffer death, a thousand times.

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