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作曲 : Traditional |
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作词 : Traditional |
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Black is the colour of my true love's hair |
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Her lips are like some roses so fair |
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She has the sweetest smile |
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and the gentlest hands |
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And I love the ground whereon she stands |
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I love my love, and well she knows |
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I love the ground whereon she goes |
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I wish the day soon would come |
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When she and I will be as one |
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..music.. |
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I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep |
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But satisfied I never shall be |
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I'll write her a letter just a few short lines |
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and suffer death a thousand times |
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Black is the colour of my true love's hair |
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Her lips are like some roses so fair |
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She has the sweetest smile |
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and the gentlest hands |
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And I love the ground whereon she stands |
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