.Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair>
Her lips are like a rose so fair>
And the prettiest face and the neatest hands.
I love the grass whereon she stands
She with the wondrous hair.
Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair>
Her face.
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