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Lass Of The Low CountryOh she was a lass from the low countryAnd 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 |