The first Post is about that a song

The first Post is about that a song I like.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile
and the gentlest hands
And i love the ground where on she stands
I go to the Clyde where i mourn and weep
For satisfied i never can be
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
and suffer death a thousand times


Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile
and the gentlest hands
And i love the ground where on she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground where on she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
when she and i could be as one