I love the ground whereon she goesの歌が含まれ

Black is the colour of my true love's fair

Her lips are like some roses fair

and the sweetest smile

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 soon would come

When she and I will be as one

I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep

But satisfied I never shall be

I'll write her a letter just a few short lines

and suffer death a thousand times