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Black Is the Color (of My True Love's Hair)

John Jacob Niles
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OriginalIrish transcreation: Gabriel Rosenstock
BLACK IS THE COLOR (OF MY TRUE LOVE'S HAIR)

But Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His face is like some rosy fair,
The prettiest face and the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.

I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes,
If you no more on earth I see,
I can't serve you as you have me.

The winter's passed and the leaves are green,
The time is passed that we have seen,
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.

I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep.
I'll write to you a few short lines,
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.

So fare you well, my own true love
The time has passed, but I wish you well.
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one.

I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes.
The prettiest face, the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.
BLACK IS THE COLOR (OF MY TRUE LOVE'S HAIR)

black black black is the colour of my true love's hair
his lips are something rosy fair
the sweetest smile and the kindest hands
I love the grass whereon he stands

I love my love and well he knows
I love the grass whereon he goes
if he no more on earth will be
'twill surely be the end of me

Dubh dubh dubh

Dubh dubh dubh atá gruaig mo rúin is mo ghrá
Mar rós atá a bhéilín tláith
An gáire caoin is na lámha séimh
Nach breá an féar ar ’seasann sé.

Mo ghrá go deo! Is eol dó é
Mo ghrá an féar ar ’suíonn sé
Is mura mbeidh mo ghrá le m’ais
Luigh domsa luí in uaigh thais.



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