Standard (EADGBE)

Black is the colour of my true 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 love my love and well she knows

I love the ground whereon she goes

I hope the day will one day come

When she and I will be as one

I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep

For satisfied I never can be

I write her letters, just a few short lines

And suffer death a thousand times

I prefer to play this song in Am - here's the transposition:

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