Lass from the Low Country

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Ted Alevizos - Pop

Lass from the Low Country

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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 But herself and God One day when the show 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 But herself and God 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 Sing sorrow, sing sorrow And you sleep in the valley Where the wildflowers nod Nobody knows you loved him But yourself and God

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