[ti:Black is the colour]
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[00:55.00]Black is the colour
[00:58.00]of my true love's hair
[01:01.00]Her lips are like some roses fair
[01:08.00]She has the sweetest smile
[01:14.00]and the gentlest hands
[01:18.00]And i love the ground where on she stands
[01:33.00]I go to the Clyde
[01:36.00]where i mourn and weep
[01:40.00]For satisfied i never can be
[01:48.00]I write her a letter
[01:51.00]just a few short lines
[01:55.00]and suffer death a thousand times
[02:10.00]Black is the colour of my true love's hair
[02:18.00]Her lips are like some roses fair
[02:25.00]She has the sweetest smile
[02:28.00]and the gentlest hands
[02:33.00]And i love the ground where on she stands
[02:48.00]I love my love and well she knows
[02:56.00]I love the ground where on she goes
[03:03.00]And i wish the day it soon would come
[03:11.00]when she and i could be as one