Am
F
G
Am
Am
F
G
Am
E
Am
F
G
Am
Am
F
G
Am
Am
F
G
Am
Now black is the colour of my true love’s hair
F
G
Am
E
Her lips are like some roses fair
F
G
Am
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
F
G
(hold)
Am
I love the ground whereon she stands
Am
F
G
Am
I love my love and well she knows
F
G
Am
E
I love the ground whereon she goes
F
G
Am
I hope the day will one day come
F
G
(hold)
Am
When she and I will be as one
Am
F
G
Am
Now black is the colour of my true love’s hair
F
G
Am
E
Her lips are like some roses fair
F
G
Am
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
F
G
(hold)
Am
Oh, I love the ground whereon she stands
Am
F
G
Am
Am
F
G
Am
E
Am
F
G
Am
Am
F
G
Am
Am
F
G
Am
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
F
G
Am
E
For satisfied I never can be
F
G
Am
I write her letters, just a few short lines
F
G
(hold)
Am
And suffer death a thousand times
Am
F
G
Am
Now black is the colour of my true love’s hair
F
G
Am
E
Her lips are like some roses fair
F
G
Am
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
F
G
(stop)
Am
I love the ground whereon she stands
F
G
(stop)
Am
I love the ground whereon she stands
Am
F
E
G
