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Lass of the Low Country lyrics
Oh she was a lass from the low country
And he was a lord of high degree
But she loved him oh so tenderly
Oh sorrow sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod
No-one knows how she loved him but herself and God
One day when the snow was on the mead
She passed him by on a milk white steed
And she spoke to him low nobody paid no need
Oh sorrow sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod
No-one knows how she loved him but herself and God
Now if you be a lass from the low country
Don't love no man of high degree
For he don't got a heart or no sympathy
Oh sorrow sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley where wild flowers nod
No-one knows how she loved him but herself and God
Part of these releases
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- Track 4 on Folksy Nina
- 3 Erets Zavat Chalav
- 5 The Young Knight
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- Track 4 on Folksy Nina / Nina With Strings
- 3 Erets Zavat Chalav
- 5 The Young Knight
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