Black is the color of my true love’s hair
His face is like some rosy fair
With the prettiest face, and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands

I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
If you no more on earth I see
I can’t serve you as you have me

The winter’s passed and the leaves are green
The time has passed that we have seen
Still I hope the day will come
when you and I shall be as one

 

I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
but satisfied I never could sleep
I’ll write for you a few short lines
And I’d suffer death 10,000 times

So fair-the-well my own true love
Our time has passed but I wish you well
Still I hope the day will come
When you and I shall be as one

I love my love, and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
If you no more on earth I see
I can’t serve you as you have me