I love the ground whereon he stands
And I love the ground whereon he stands
For satisfied I never sleep
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love my love and well, he knows
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
When he and I can be as one
I write him letters just a few short lines
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I wish that day would soon come
And I suffer death ten thousand times
His lips are like some roses fair
I love the ground whereon he goes
And I love the ground whereon he stands
Black is the color of my true loves hair