Lass of the Low Country
	Traditional
	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
		Recording live session 1963 May 12, New York, Carnegie Hall -- (LPs At Carnegie Hall and Folksy Nina)
		LP 1964 Folksy Nina Colpix CP/SCP 465 [6:15]
		CD 1998 Folksy + With Strings Collectables [6:15]
		CD 1999 Forbidden Fruit+Sings Ellington+Folksy Nina West Side WESD 225
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