Black is the color of my true love's hair (исполнитель: Isobel Anderson)
Black is the colour of my [bad word] love's hair Her lips are like some roses so fair She has 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 the ground whereon she goes I wish the day soon [bad word] When she and I will be as one I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep But satisfied I never shall bees and suffer death a thousand times Black is the colour of my [bad word] love's hair I'll write her a letter just a few short lin Her lips are like some roses so fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands