Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair His lips are like some rosy fair The prettiest face and the neatest hands I love the grass where on he stands I love my love and this he knows I love the ground where on he goes If he no more on earth I see I'd kept serve him as he has me Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair His lips are like some rosy fair If he no morе on earth I see 'Twill shall be the еnd of me