Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn

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The White Stripes - St. Andrew (This Battle Is In The Air)

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

[01:37.85]Singing

[02:35.11][01:38.13]Li De Li De Li Oh Oh

[02:38.18][01:41.76]Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh

[02:42.47][01:46.11]Li De Li De Li Oh Oh

[02:45.81][01:50.09]Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh