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Black is the colour
Of my true love's hair
Her lips are like
Some roses fair

She has the sweetest smile
And the gentlest hands
And I love the ground
u- I Iv'u nun!- alvullu

whereon she stands
I love my love
And well she knows
I love the ground

Whereon she goes
lwish the day
It soon would come
Illwl VII HI ID uvuw

lwish the day
It soon would come
When she and I
Could be as one

I go the Clyde
And I mourn and weep
For satisfied
Could be as one
lgo the Clyde
And I mourn and weep
For satisfied

I ne'r can be
lwrite her a letter
Just afew short lines
l vvl luv I III M I'D.-

Just a few short lines
And suffer death
A thousand times
Black is the colour

Of my true love's hair
Her lips are like
Some roses fair
Athousand times
Black is the colour
Of my true love's hair
Her lips are like
Some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile

And the gentlest hands I
.0- III, n-uu IvIu u Inau-

Her lips are like
Some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile
And the gentlest hands

And I love the ground
Whereon she stands.
va-Iu I vuuu lun-

She has the sweetest smile
And the gentlest hands
And I love the ground
Whereon she stands.
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Title
Black Is The Colour
Artist
Christy Moore
Brand
West Coast Entertainment
(1 Other Versions)
Code
WCE03-01
Genres
celtic, irish folk, irish rock, folk, celtic rock