Traditional - La** of the Low Country lyrics

Oh she was a la** 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 pa**ed 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 la** 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