Green Grow the Rashes O
words and music Robert Burns
There's naught but care on every hand,
In every hour that passes, O!
What signifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere not for the lasses O?
Chorus:
Green grow the rashes O!
Green grow the rashes O!
The sweetest hour that e'er I spent
Were spent among the lasses O!
The war'ly race may riches chase,
And riches may fly them, O!
And tho at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O!
But gie me a cannie hour at e'en
My arms about my dearie, O!
And war'ly cares and worldly men,
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
For you sae douce wha sneer at this,
Ye're not 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 hand she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses, O!
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