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Black is the color of my true love's hair His lips are something wondrous fair [?] He has the purest eyes And the bravest hands I love the ground whereon he stands Well, i love my love And yes he knows I love the ground whereon he goes And still i hope [?] That the time will come When he and i might be as one I go to the Clyde and I’ll mourn and weep Well satisfied I never can bе I'll write to you just a few short lines And suffеr death a thousand times Black is the color of my true love's hair His lips are something wondrous fair [?] He has the purest eyes And the bravest hands I love the ground whereon he stands Yes, I love the ground whereon he stans I love the ground whereon he stands