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#Intro :
[C][D][Em]
Bl[C]ack is [D]the colour of my tru[Em]e loves hair
Hi[C]s lips ar[D]e like some ros[Em]es fair
He[C] has the[D] sweetest smile an[Em]d the gentlest hands
An[Am]d I love t[Bm]he ground whe[Em]reon he stands
I [C]love my [D]love and well he[Em] knows
I [C]love the [D]ground whe[Em]reon he goes
I [C]wish that [D]day would s[Em]oon come
Wh[Am]en he and [Bm]I can be as [Em]one
Solo : C D Em
I [C]go to the [D]Clyde and I mou[Em]rn and weep
Fo[C]r satisfie[D]d I never[Em] sleep
I [C]write him lette[D]rs just a[Em] few short lines
An[C]d suffe[D]r death ten thous[Em]and times
Bl[C]ack is the c[D]olour of my[Em] true loves hair
Hi[C]s lips are li[D]ke some ros[Em]es fair
He[C] has the sweet[D]est smile a[Em]nd the gentlest hands
An[Am]d I love the[Bm] ground where[Em]on he stands
I [Am]love the grou[Bm]nd whereon he s[Em]tands
I [Am]love I love [Bm]I love the groun[Em]d whereon he stands
[C][D][Em]
#Intro :
[C][D][Em]
Bl[C]ack is [D]the colour of my tru[Em]e loves hair
Hi[C]s lips ar[D]e like some ros[Em]es fair
He[C] has the[D] sweetest smile an[Em]d the gentlest hands
An[Am]d I love t[Bm]he ground whe[Em]reon he stands
I [C]love my [D]love and well he[Em] knows
I [C]love the [D]ground whe[Em]reon he goes
I [C]wish that [D]day would s[Em]oon come
Wh[Am]en he and [Bm]I can be as [Em]one
Solo : C D Em
I [C]go to the [D]Clyde and I mou[Em]rn and weep
Fo[C]r satisfie[D]d I never[Em] sleep
I [C]write him lette[D]rs just a[Em] few short lines
An[C]d suffe[D]r death ten thous[Em]and times
Bl[C]ack is the c[D]olour of my[Em] true loves hair
Hi[C]s lips are li[D]ke some ros[Em]es fair
He[C] has the sweet[D]est smile a[Em]nd the gentlest hands
An[Am]d I love the[Bm] ground where[Em]on he stands
I [Am]love the grou[Bm]nd whereon he s[Em]tands
I [Am]love I love [Bm]I love the groun[Em]d whereon he stands
[C][D][Em]
