Green Grow The Rashes O' written by Robert Burns

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 the rashes, o
green grow the rashes , o
the sweetest hours that e'er I spent
are spent amang the lasses, o

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

Gie me a cannie hour at e'en
my airms aboot my dearie, o
an' warly cares an' warly men
may a' gae tapsalteerie, o

For you sae douse, 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

Auld Nature swears the lovely dears
her noblest work she classes, o
her prentice han' she try'd on man
an' then she made the lasses, o

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