Standard (EADGBE)

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

  Her lips are like some roses fair

  The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

  I love the ground whereon she stands

  I love my love and well she knows

  I love the ground whereon she goes

  I hope the day will one day come

  When she and I will be as one

  I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep

  For satisfied I never can be

  I write her letters, just a few short lines

  And suffer death a thousand times

I prefer to play this song in Am - here's the transposition:

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