Traditional
Lass of the Low Country
[Verse 1]
Oh, she was a lass from the low country
And he was a lord of high degree
But she loved him oh so tenderly
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
One day when the snow was on the mead
She passed him by on a milk white steed
And she spoke to him low but he paid no heed
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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