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GREEN GROW THE RASHES, O (Robert Burns) cho: Green grow the rashes,O Green grow the rashes, O The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent amang the lasses, O. There's naught but care on ev'ry han' In ev'ry hour that passes, O What signifies the life o' man, An' 'twere not for the lasses, O! cho: The warldly race may riches chase An' riches still may fly them, O An' though at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O!. cho: Gie me a cannie hour at e'en My arms around my dearie, O, An' warldly cares, an' warldly men May a' gae tapsalteerie, O! cho: An' you sae douce, wha sneer at this Ye're naught but senseless asses, O! The wisest man the world e'er saw, He dearly lo'ed the lasses, O! cho: Auld nature swears the lovely dears, Her noblest wark she classes, O Her 'prentice han' she tried on man And then she made the lasses, O. cho: Note: Burns likes this song; he wrote (and rewrote) several versions, some more clinical than others. see also GRRASH1 @Scottish @love filename[ GRRASH TUNE FILE: GRRASH CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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