She was a lass of the low country and he was a lad of a high degree She loved his lordship so tenderly
Sing sorrow Sing sorrow For she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod Nobody knows she loved him Save herself and God
One day when the sun was o'er the mead He passed her on a milk white stead She waved as he passed but he paid not heed
Sing sorrow Sing sorrow For she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod and nobody knows she loved him Save herself and God.
If ye be a lass of the low country Don't love a lord of a high degree He ain't got no heart and no sympathy
Sing sorrow Sing sorrow For she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod and nobody knows she loved him Save herself and GodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
