Tom: Em
Em
[Verse]
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Black is the colour of my true love's hair
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Her lips are like some roses fair
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The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
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I love the ground whereon she stands
[Verse]
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I love my love and well she knows
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I love the ground whereon she goes
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I hope the day will one day come
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When she and I will be as one
[Verse]
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I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
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For satisfied I never can be
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I write her letters, just a few short lines
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And suffer death a thousand times
