[00:11.04]Black ist the colour of my true love's hair[00:17.04]his face is like some roses fair[00:23.01]he has the sweetest face and the neatest hands[00:29.07]I love the ground whereon he stands[01:02.16]I love my love and well he know[01:08.16]I love the ground whereon he goes[01:14.13]I wish the day it soon would come[01:20.04]when he and I could be as one[02:20.16]I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep[02:26.13]for satisfied I ne'er can be[02:32.22]I write him a letter, just a few short lines[02:38.46]and suffer death a thousand times[03:35.19]I love my love and well he know[03:41.25]I love the ground whereon he goes[03:47.19]he's got the stweetest face, the neatest hands[03:53.67]I love the ground whereone he stands