комментированный список 1959 "Фолк в районе Гарвард-сквер"
Lass From the Low Country (traditional)
For she was a lass from the low country
And he was a lord of high degree
And she loved his lordship so tenderly
Oh sorrow, sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley
Where the wildflowers nod
And no one knows she loved him
But herself and God
One day when the snow was on the mead
He passed her by on a milk white steed
She spoke to him low but he paid no heed
Oh sorrow, sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley
Where the wildflowers nod
And no one knows she loved him
But herself and God
So if you be a lass from the low country
Don't love you no lord of high degree
For they have no love or sympathy
Oh sorrow, sing sorrow
Now he sleeps in the valley
Where the wildflowers nod
And no one knew she loved him
But herself and God
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