Текст песни Lass of the Low Country - Odetta
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
God
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