The Lass From The Low Country

(J. J. Niles - arrangement of a folk-song?)

She was a lass from the low country
And he was a lord of high degree
And she loved his lordship so tenderly

  Sing sorrow, sing sorrow
  And she sleeps in the valley
  Where the wildflowers nod
  Nobody knows she loves him
  Save herself and God

One day when the sun was on the mead
He passed her by on a milk white steed
She waked as he passed but he paid no heed

  Sing sorrow, sing sorrow
  And she sleeps in the valley
  Where the wildflowers nod
  Nobody knows she loves him
  Save herself and God

So if ye be a lass from the low country
Don't love you no lord of a high degree
He ain't got no heart or no sympathy

  Sing sorrow, sing sorrow
  And you sleep in the valley
  Where the wildflowers nod
  Nobody knows you love him
  Save yourself and God