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| [00:41.55] | A black is the colour of my true love's hair. |
| [00:50.38] | |
| [00:50.89] | His face is like some rosy fair, |
| [00:58.00] | |
| [01:00.01] | The prettiest face and the neatest hands, |
| [01:10.25] | |
| [01:11.55] | I love the ground whereon he stands. |
| [01:20.16] | |
| [01:22.94] | I love my love and well he knows |
| [01:31.33] | |
| [01:32.07] | I love the ground whereon he goes |
| [01:40.61] | |
| [01:41.00] | If you no more on earth I see, |
| [01:51.09] | |
| [01:53.00] | I can't serve you as you have me. |
| [02:02.11] | |
| [02:12.80] | The winter's passed and the leaves are green |
| [02:21.23] | |
| [02:23.21] | The time is passed that we have seen, |
| [02:31.74] | |
| [02:33.51] | But still I hope the time will come |
| [02:42.53] | |
| [02:43.96] | When you and I shall be as one. |
| [02:52.00] | |
| [02:54.23] | I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep, |
| [03:02.74] | |
| [03:04.54] | But satisfied I could never sleep, |
| [03:13.59] | |
| [03:15.36] | I'll write to you a few short lines |
| [03:24.12] | |
| [03:25.68] | I'll suffer death ten thousand times. |
| [03:33.33] | So fare thee well, my own true love |
| [03:44.70] | |
| [03:46.21] | The time has passed, but I wish you well. |
| [03:54.81] | |
| [03:56.49] | But still I hope the time will come |
| [04:05.43] | |
| [04:07.33] | When you and I shall be as one. |
| [04:15.59] | |
| [04:58.79] | A black is the colour of my true love's hair... |
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