Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn

(アルバム： Icky Thump - 2007)

Singing
Li de li de li oh oh
Well a li de li de li oh
Li de li de li oh oh oh
Well a li de li de li oh

Well the hills are pretty and rolling
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 oh
Well a li de li de li oh
Li de li de li oh 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 blows 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 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