Standard (EADGBE)
Black is the colour of my true loves hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground where on she stands.
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground where on she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
when she and I could be as one.
(KEY CHANGE IN LAST VERSE, OPTIONAL)
I go to the clyde and I mourn and weep
for satisfied I neer can be
I write her a letter, just a few short lines and suffer death
a thousand times.