The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Green grow the Rashes
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GREEN GROW THE RASHES.
A FRAGMENT.
CHORUS.Green grow the rashes, O;Green grow the rashes, O;The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,Are spent amang the lasses, O!
There's nought but care on ev'ry han',In ev'ry hour that passes, O;What signifies the life o' man,An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.Green grow, &c.
The warly 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' warly cares, an' warly men,May a' gae tapsalterie, O!Green grow, &c.
For you sae douse, ye sneer at this,Ye're nought but senseless asses, O:The wisest man the warl' saw,He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.Green grow, &c.
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dearsHer noblest work she classes, O;Her prentice han' she tried on man,An' then she made the lasses, O.Green grow, &c.