Lass from the Low Country-Archie Fisher

There was a lass from the Low Country And she loved a lord of high degree. And she loved his lordship so tenderly Sing sorrow - Sing sorrow Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod Nobody knows she loved him Except herself and God. One day when the sun was on the mead He passed her by on his milk white steed And she spoke and smiled but he paid no heed Sing sorrow - Sing sorrow Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod Nobody knows she loved him Except herself and God. She kept her love hidden deep inside Ne'er told a soul 'til the day she died And the lonely lord ne'er took a bride Sing sorrow - Sing sorrow Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod Nobody knows she loved him Except herself and God. So if you be a lass from the Low Country Don't love a lord of high degree For they have no heart nor sympathy Sing sorrow - Sing sorrow Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod Nobody knows she loved him Except herself and God.