Prickly Thorn But Sweetly Worn
The White Stripes
Letra

Álbum: Icky Thump ( 2007)

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