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Lyrics for 'Lass Of The Low Country' by 'Nina Simone'
Traditional
Oh She Was A Lass From The Low Country
And He Was A Lord Of High Degree
But She Loved Him Oh So Tenderly
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
One Day When The Snow Was On The Mead
She Passed Him By On A Milk White Steed
And She Spoke To Him Low Nobody Paid No Need
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
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
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
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