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Black Is The ColorBut black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is something wondrous fair
The prettiest eyes 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 see
I can't serve you as you have me
EdwardHow came that blood on your shirtsleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me.
Oh, it's the blood of the old grey mare
That ploughed the fields for me, me, me,
Ploughed the fields for me.
How came that blood on your shirtsleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me.