LASS FROM THE LOW COUNTRY

Oh she was a lass from the low country
And he was a lord of high degree
And she loved his lordship so tenderly

Oh sorrow, sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley
Where the wildflowers nod
And no one knows she loved him
But herself and God

One day when the show was on the mead
He passed her by on a milk white steed
She spoke to him low but he paid no heed

So if you be a lass from the low country
Don't love no lord of high degree
For they ain't got no heart or sympathy
@love
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