Black Is the Colour of My True Love's Hair

Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair

Her lips are somethin' rosy fair

Purest eyes and the neatest hands

I love the grass on where she stands

I love my lover and well she knows

I love the grass on where she goes

If she leaves me no more, no more I see

My life would quickly leave me

Back is the colour of my true love's hair

Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair

Her lips are somethin' rosy fair

Purest eyes and the neatiest hands

I love the grass on where she stands

Black is the colour of my true love's hair