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Click on the link to hear the song. This song is a traditional Scottish folk song about a girl whose lover has failed to return from the Hundred Years' War.

"Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like some roses fair,
The finest 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 on earth no more I did see,
 My life will quickly fade away.

I go to the Clyde* for to mourn and weep,
For satisfied I’ll never sleep
I’ll write to you a few little lines,
I’ll suffer death ten thousand times.

The winter’s passed and the leaves are green,
The time is passed that we have seen,
But still I long for the day to come,
When you and I shall be as one.

Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like some roses fair,
The finest face, and the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.”

*Clyde = a river in southwest Scotland