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She was a lass from the low country
And he was a lord of high degree
And she loved his lordship so tenderly
Sing sorrow, sing sorrow

And she sleeps in the valley
Where the wildflowers nod
Nobody knows she loved him
Say herself and God

One day when the sun was on the mead
He passed her by on a milk white steed
She waited as he passed but he paid no heed
Sing sorrow, sing sorrow

And she sleeps in the valley
Where the wildflowers nod
Nobody knows she loved him
Say herself and God

So if you be a lass from the low country
Don't love you no lord of high degree
He ain't got no heart or no sympathy
Sing sorrow, sing sorrow

And you sleep in the valley
Where the wildflowers nod
Nobody knows you loved him
Say yourself and God

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