Misc Traditional – The Lass From The Low Country (Guitar)

    Am        Em                 E
Oh, she was a lass from low coun-try,

    Am       A7      Dm      E
And he was a Lord of high de-gree,

    Am            Em           Dm
And she loved his lord-ship so ten-der-ly

    Am
Oh, sor-row,

     E
Sing sor-row,

        Am            G                 F             Am
Now she sleeps in the val-ley where the wild flow-ers nod

    Dm               Am                E        Am
and no one knows she loved him but her-self and God

   Am           Em                    E
So if you be a lass from the low country,

       Am        A7      Dm     E
Don't love of no Lord of high degree

         Am           Em             Dm
For they ain't got no heart or symphathy

    Am
Oh, sor-row,

     E
Sing sor-row,

        Am            G                 F             Am
Now she sleeps in the val-ley where the wild flow-ers nod

    Dm               Am                E        Am
and no one knows she loved him but her-self and God

    Am           Em              E
One day when the snow was on the mead,

    Am        A7    Dm         E
He passed her by a milk white steed

    Am           Em                 Dm
She spoke to him low but he paid no heed

    Am
Oh, sor-row,

     E
Sing sor-row,

        Am            G                 F             Am
Now she sleeps in the val-ley where the wild flow-ers nod

    Dm               Am                E        Am
and no one knows she loved him but her-self and God