Tytuł: Lass of the low country

• Wykonawca: Nina Simone
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   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