Fair Is The Colour...

Fair 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 ground whereon she stands
I live my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I hope the day will one day come
When she and I'll be as one

I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
For satisfied I never can be
I write her letters, just a few short lines
And I suffer death ten thousand times

Fair is the colour of my true loves hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love I love I love the ground whereon she stands