The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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GREEN GROW THE RASHES, O |
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The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
GREEN GROW THE RASHES, O
Chorus
Green grow the rashes, O;Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O.
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There's nought but care on ev'ry han',In every hour that passes, O:
What signifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.
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The war'ly race may riches chase,An' riches still may fly them, O;
An' tho' at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
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But gie me a cannie hour at e'en,My arms about my dearie, O,
An' war'ly cares an' war'ly men
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
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For you sae douce, ye sneer at this;Ye're nought but senseless asses, O:
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
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Auld Nature swears, the lovely dearsHer noblest work she classes, O:
Her prentice han' she try'd on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.
Chorus
Green grow the rashes, O;Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O.
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