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GREEN GROW THE RASHES.

Chorus.
Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spent
Are spent amang the lassies, O.

There’s nought but care on every han’,
In ev’ry hour that passes, O;
What signifies the life o’ man,
An’ ’twere na for the lassies, O.
Green grow, &c.

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
Green grow, &c.

But gie me a canny hour at e’en.
My arms about my dearie, O;
An’ war’ly cares, an’ war’ly men,
May a’ gae tapsalteerie, O.
Green grow, &c.

For you sae douse, ye sneer at this,
Ye’re nought but senseless asses, O;