Green Grow the Rashes
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Adapted from "Green Grow the Rashes", which is written in Scots, by Robert Burns 

Green grow the rashes o					
Green grow the rashes o
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lasses o o o

There's nought but care on ev'ry han'
In every hour that passes o
What signifies the life o' man
And 'twere not for the lasses o			

The wordly race may riches chase			
And riches still may fly them o
And though at last they catch them fast
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them o

Green grow the rashes o
Green grow the rashes o
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lasses o

But give me a cannie hour at e'en			
My arms about my Dearie o
And wordly cares, and warly men
May a' gae tapsalteerie o					

For you say douse, ye sneer at this		
You're nought but senseless asses o
The wisest Man the world e'er saw
He dearly loved the lasses o

Auld Nature swears, the lovely Dears
Her noblest work she classes, o
Her prentice han' she try'd on man
And then she made the lasses, o

Green grow the rashes, o
Green grow the rashes, o
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent amang the lasses, o

Green grow the rashes, o
Green grow the rashes, o
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lasses, o