Black is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground wheron she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes.
But some times I whish the day will come
That she and I will be as one.
Black is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground wheron she stands
I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I`ll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground wheron she stands
1 | Fire Maringo |
2 | Begging Song |
3 | Drunken Sailor |
4 | Jacobites |
5 | Step it out Mary |
6 | Raggle Taggle Gypsy |
7 | Tarry trousers |
8 | Star of the County Down |
9 | Cruel Sisters |
10 | Time To Ring Some Changes |