Chorus: 

Now black is the color of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands 

I love the ground whereon she stands



I love my love and well she knows

I love the ground where on she goes

I hope the day will one day come

When she and I will be as one



Chorus:

Now black is the color of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands 

Oh, I love the ground whereon she stands



I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep

For satisfied I never can be

I write her letters, just a few short lines

And suffer death a thousand times



Chorus:

Now black is the color of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands 

I love the ground whereon she stands



I love the ground whereon she stands