Am F G Am verse1:black is the colour of my true loves hair F C E7 her lips are like some roses fair F C E7 she had the sweetest smile and the gentelest hands F G Am and i love the ground whereon she stands verse2:i love my love and well she knows i love the ground whereon she goes i wish the day it soon would come when she and i would be as one verse3:i go to the clyde and i mourn and weep for satisfied i ne 'er can be i wrote her a letter just a few short lines and suffer death a thousand times verse4; repeat verse 1 hope you enjoy this