VERSE 1: [Bbm] Black is the [F#] colour, [Ab] of my true love's [Bbm] hair
Her lips are [F#] like some [Ab] roses [F7] fair
She has the sweetest [F#] smile, and the [Ab] gentlest [F7] hands
And I love the [F#] ground [Ab] where on she [Bbm] stands
VERSE 2: [Bbm] I love my [F#] love, [Ab] and well she [Bbm] knows
I love the [F#] ground where [Ab] on she [F7] goes
I wish the [F#] day it [Ab] soon would [F7] come
When she and [F#] I [Ab] could be as [Bbm] one
VERSE 3: [Bbm] I go to the [F#] Clyde [Ab] and mourn and [Bbm] weep
For satis-[F#]-fied [Ab] I ner'e can [F7] be
I write her a [F#] letter, [Ab] just a few short [F7] lines
And suffer [F#] death [Ab] a thousand [Bbm] times
VERSE 4: [Bbm] Black is the [F#] colour, [Ab] of my true love's [Bbm] hair
Her lips are [F#] like some [Ab] roses [F7] fair
She has the sweetest [F#] smile, and the [Ab] gentlest [F7] hands
And I love the [F#] ground [Ab] where on she [Bbm] stands
