Lass of the Low Country

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