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The White Stripes - Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn lyrics
Singin' Li de li de li oh oh Well, a li de li de li oh oh Li le li de li oh oh Well a li de li de li 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. Singin' Li de li de li oh oh Well, a li de li de li oh oh Li le li de li oh oh Well a li de li de li 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. Singin' Li de li de li oh oh Well, a li de li de li oh oh Li le li de li oh oh Well a li de li de li oh 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. Singin' Li de li de li oh oh Well, a li de li de li oh oh Li le li de li oh oh Well a li de li de li oh Li de li de li oh oh Well, a li de li de li oh oh Li le li de li oh oh Well a li de li de li oh |
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