Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn (Live)

[00:31.27] Singin' li de li de li, oh, oh
[00:34.71] Well, a li de li de li, oh
[00:38.44] Li de li de li, oh, oh, oh
[00:42.31] Well, a li de li de li, oh
[00:48.21] Well, the hills are pretty and rollin'
[00:55.78] But the thorn is sharp and swollen
[01:00.00] And the man plays a beautiful whistle
[01:03.65] But he wears a prickly thistle
[01:09.45] Singin' li de li de li, oh, oh
[01:13.06] Well, a li de li de li, oh
[01:17.55] Li de li de li, oh, oh, oh
[01:20.88] Well, a li de li de li, oh
[01:30.42] The silver birches pierce through an icy fog
[01:34.22] Which covers the ground most daily
[01:38.43] And the angels which carry St. Andrew high
[01:42.08] Are singing a tune most gaily
[01:48.23] Singin' li de li de li, oh, oh
[01:51.60] Well, a li de li de li, oh
[01:56.22] Li de li de li, oh, oh
[02:03.83] Well, a li de li de li, oh
[02:19.08] One sound can hold back a thousand hands
[02:22.68] When the pipe blows a tune forlorn
[02:26.66] And the thistle is a prickly flower
[02:30.39] Aye, but how it is sweetly worn
[02:36.44] Singin' li de li de li, oh, oh
[02:40.27] Well, a li de li de li, oh
[02:44.56] Li de li de li, oh, oh
[02:48.05] Well, a li de li de li, oh
[02:52.23] Li de li de li, oh, oh
[02:55.55] Well, a li de li de li, oh
[02:59.94] Li de li de li, oh, oh
[03:03.30] Well, a li de li de li, oh
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