Burns' Popular Songs/Green grows the Rashes, O
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BURNS' SONGS.
Green grows the Rashes, O.
CHORUS.Green grew the rashes, O!Green grow the rashes, O!The sweetest hours that e'er I spendAre spent amang the lasses, O!
There's neught but care on ev'ry han',In every hour that passes, O:What signifies the life o' man,An 'twerna for the lasses, O.
The warly race may richies chase,And riches still may fly them, O;And tho' at last they catch them fast,Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O
But gie me a cauny hour at e'en,My arms about my dearie, O;And war'ly cares, and war'ly men,May a' gae tapsalteerie, O.
For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,Ye're nought but senseless asses, O:The wisest man the warl' e'er say,He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dearsHer noblest work she classes, O:Her prentice han' she tried on man,And then she made the lasses, O.