Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has 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 wish the day it soon would come
When she and I could be as one
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I ne'er can be
I write her a letter just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like some roses fair
She had the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands.
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Mon véritable amour a les yeux noirs...
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ghaza le 2018-07-16 à 18h48
Noire est la couleur des cheveux de mon véritable amour,
Ses lèvres sont semblables à de jolies roses,
Elle a le plus beau des sourire et les mains les plus douces,
J'aime le sol sur lequel elle se tient debout...