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Black is the color of my [bad word] love's hair. Her lips are like some roses fair, And sweetest smile to gentlest hands, 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 some [bad word] When she and I will be as one. Black is the color of my [bad word] love's hair, Her lips are like some roses fair, The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands, I love the ground whereon she stands. I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep, But satisfied I never shall be. I write her letters just a few short lines, And suffer death a thousand times. Black is the color of my [bad word] love's hair. Her lips are like some roses fair, The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands, I love the ground whereon she stands.