The White Stripes

The White Stripes - Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn lyrics

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Singing

Li De Li De Li Oh Oh

Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh

Li De Li De Li Oh Oh

Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh



Well the hills are pretty and rollin'

But the thorn is sharp and swollen

And the man plays a beautiful whistle

But he wears a prickly thistle



Singing

Li De Li De Li Oh Oh

Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh

Li De Li De Li Oh Oh

Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh



The silver birches pierce through an icy fog

Which covers the ground most daily

And the angels which carry St. Andrew high

Are singing a tune most gaily



One sound can hold back a thousand hands

When the pipe plays a tune forlorn

And the thistle is a prickly flower

Aye, But how it is sweetly worn



Singing

Li De Li De Li Oh Oh

Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh

Li De Li De Li Oh Oh

Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh 

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Language: English

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