Singing
Li de 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

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
Li de 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

Singing
Li de 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

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
Li de 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
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Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn Lyrics

White Stripes – Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn Lyrics