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Angelo Kelly
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Black is the colour
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 And I love the grounds whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows I love the grounds whereon she goes I wish the day it soon would come When she and I can be as one
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep For satisfied I ne'er can be Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'll 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 has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the grounds whereon she stands
And I love the grounds whereon she stands
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