Green Grow The Rashes O

There’s nought but care on every hand
In every hour that passes, o
What signifies the worth of man
And ’twas na for the lasses, o
Green grow the rashes, o
Green grow the rashes, o
The sweetest hours that e’er I spent
Were spent among the lasses, o
The worldy race may riches chase
And riches still may fly them, o
When 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
Were spent among the lasses, o
But gie me a canny hour at e’en
My arms about my dearie, o
And worldly cares, and worldly men
May all gae tapsalteerie, o
For you sae douse, ye sneer at this
You’re nought but senseless asses, o
The wisest man the world e’re saw
He dearly loved the lasses, o
Old 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
Green grow the rashes, o
Green grow the rashes, o
The sweetest hours that e’er I spent
Were spent among the lasses, o
Green grow the rashes, o
Green grow the rashes, o
The sweetest hours that e’er I spent
Were spent among the lasses, o
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