Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn Lyrics

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

[thanks To Skd For These Lyrics]