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verse1:Amblack is the Fcolour of myG true lovesAm hair her lips are Flike some roCses faiE7r she had the sweetest FsmileC and the gentelesE7t hands and i love the Fground Gwhereon shAme 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