F          G                    Am
Black is the colour,   of my true love's hair,
             F          G     E7
Her lips are like, some roses fair,
                      F             G        E7
She has the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
            F    G               Am
I love the ground,   whereon she stands.


[Verse 2]
       F        G             Am
I love my love, and well she knows,
           F            G      E7
I love the ground, whereon she goes,
           F       G          E7
I wish the day, it soon would come,
        F    G              Am
When she and I could be as one.


[Verse 3]
         F        G             Am
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
         F        G        E7
For satisfied, I ne'er can be,
              F              G         E7
I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
        F       G            Am
And suffer death, a thousand times.


[Verse 4]
              F          G                    Am
For black is the colour,   of my true love's hair,
             F          G     E7
Her lips are like, some roses fair,
                      F             G        E7
She has the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
            F    G               Am
I love the ground,   whereon she stands.


[Instrumental]

F  G  Am
F  G  E7
F  G  E7
F  G  Am


[Verse 5]
          F          G                    Am
Black is the colour,   of my true love's hair,
             F          G     E7
Her lips are like, some roses fair,
                      F             G        E7
She has the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
               F    G               Am
And I love the ground, whereon she stands.
               F    G               Am
Yes I love the ground, whereon she stands.