Black, black, black is the color of my [bad word] love's hair
His lips are like some roses fair
The finest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands

I love my love and well he knows
I love the grass whereon he goes
If he on earth no more I did see
My life will quickly fade away

I'll climb up the mountains for to mourn and weep
For satisfied, I'll never sleep
I'll write to you in a few little lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times
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The winter is past and the leaves are green
The time is gone that we have seen
But still I long for the day [bad word] 
When you and I will be as one

Black, black, black is the color of my [bad word] love's hair
His lips are like some roses fair
The finest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands

Black, black, black is the color of my [bad word] love's hair