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 | Jacobites |
| 4 | Drunken Sailor |
| 5 | Step it out Mary |
| 6 | Tarry trousers |
| 7 | Star of the County Down |
| 8 | Raggle Taggle Gypsy |
| 9 | As I Roved Out |
| 10 | Home Boys Home |