Die Notenschleuder
Die Haupt-Sammlung mit handverlesenen Stücken.
Black Is The Colour
Black is the colour
of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like
some roses fair.
The sweetest smile
and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground
whereon she stands.
I love my love
and well she knows.
I love the ground
whereon she goes.
I wish the day
it soon would come,
When she and I
could be as one.
I go to the Clyde
and I mourn and weep.
For satisfied
I ne'er can be.
I write her a letter,
just a few short lines,
And suffer death
a thousand times.
Das ist die Englische Version von diesem alten Volkslied.
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