Hugh McDonald - Black Is the Colour lyrics

Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes. And I wish the day, it soon will come That she and I will be as one I'll go to the Clyde and I'll mourn and weep Where satisfied I never shall be I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines And suffer d**h ten thousand times