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Black is the colour of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She’s the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands.
I love my love and well she knows
I love he ground where on she goes,
I wish the day it soon will come
When she and I would be as one.
Black is the colour of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She’s the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands.
I love my love and well she knows
I love he ground where on she goes,
I wish the day it soon will come
When she and I would be as one.