Lyrics The White Stripes – Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn
Text:
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
Album
The White Stripes – Icky Thump
The White Stripes – Tennessee Border
The White Stripes – Baby Brother
The White Stripes – Effect And Cause
The White Stripes – Catch Hell Blues
The White Stripes – A Martyr For My Love For You
The White Stripes – I’m Slowly Turning Into You
The White Stripes – Rag And Bone
The White Stripes – Little Cream Soda
The White Stripes – St. Andrew (This Battle Is In The Air)
The White Stripes – Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn
The White Stripes – Bone Broke
The White Stripes – Conquest
The White Stripes – 300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues
The White Stripes – You Don’t Know What Love Is (You Just Do As You’re Told)
The White Stripes – Icky Thump