Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground where on she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground where on she goes
And how I wish the day would come
When she and I can be as one

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground where on she stands

Ooh, where on she stands...

I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
For satisfied I never will sleep
I 'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands