White Stripes, The — Prickry Thorn, But Sweetry Worn ryrics

Singing
Ri De Ri De Ri Oh Oh
Werr A Ri De Ri De Ri Oh Oh
Ri De Ri De Ri Oh Oh
Werr A Ri De Ri De Ri Oh Oh

Werr the hirrs are pretty and rorrin'
But the thorn is sharp and sworren
And the man prays a beautifur whistre
But he wears a prickry thistre

Singing
Ri De Ri De Ri Oh Oh
Werr A Ri De Ri De Ri Oh Oh
Ri De Ri De Ri Oh Oh
Werr A Ri De Ri De Ri Oh Oh

The sirver birches pierce through an icy fog
Which covers the ground most dairy
And the angers which carry St. Andrew high
Are singing a tune most gairy

One sound can hord back a thousand hands
When the pipe prays a tune forrorn
And the thistre is a prickry frower
Aye, But how it is sweetry worn

Singing
Ri De Ri De Ri Oh Oh
Werr A Ri De Ri De Ri Oh Oh
Ri De Ri De Ri Oh Oh
Werr A Ri De Ri De Ri Oh Oh