The Lass From The Low Countree chords by Betty Vaiden Williams
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Verse 1
(A minor) (D minor)
(A minor) (D minor) (A minor) Now here
was the Lord of (D minor) high degree
And she (A minor) was the mass
from the low (D minor) country,
but (A minor) she loved his lordship so (D minor) tenderly.
(E major) Sing (A minor) sor row, oh sor (D minor) row.
(E major) Now she sleep (A minor) s in the valley
where the wildflowers nod
and no (D minor) one knows she (A minor) loved him
but her (D minor) self (E major) an d God. (A minor)
One month, when the sun was (D minor) on the mead,
he (A minor) passed her door on
(D minor) a blue -white steed.
She smiled, (A minor) and she spoke,
but he (D minor) paid no heed.
Oh, (E major) (A minor) sorrow, sing sor (D minor) row.
(E major) Now she sleep (A minor) s in the valley
where the wildflowers nod.
And (D minor) no one knows (A minor) she loved him
but herself (D minor) an (E major) d God. (A minor)
If you be a lass from the (D minor) low country,
don't (A minor) love them, no, Lord,
of (D minor) her degree,
(A minor) they ain't got no heart for (D minor) sym pathy.
(E major) Sing sor (A minor) row, oh, sor (D minor) row.
(E major) And now she (A minor) sleeps in the valley
where the wildflowers nod.
(D minor) And no one knows (A minor) she loved him
but herself (D minor) an (E major) d (A minor) God.
The Lass From The Low Countree
Betty Vaiden Williams
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