The Auld Triangle

Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
And 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.

For black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair (Some roses fair)
She's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
And I love the ground whereon she stands.

I go to Clyde, and I mourn and weep
For satisfied, I never can be.
And I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death, a thousand times!

For black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like red roses fair (Red roses fair)
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
And I love the ground (ground) whereon she stands! (stands)

For black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like red roses fair (Red roses fair)
She's the sweetest smile (smile) and the gentlest hands,
And I love the ground (ground) whereon she stands! (stands)

For black is the color of my true love's hair!