prickly thorn, but sweetly worn lyrics – the white stripes

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 th*rn is sharp and swollen
and the man plays a beautiful whistle
but he wears a pr*ckly 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 pr*ckly 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

/ the white stripes lyrics