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Robert Burns - Green Grow The Rashes
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Chorus:      Green grow the rashes, O!
              Green grow the rashes, O!
              The sweetest hours that e`er I spend,
              Are spent amang the lasses, O!


There`s nought but care on every han`
In every hour that passes, O;
What signifies the life o` man,
An `twere na for the lasses, O?

The warl`ly 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.

But gi`e me a canny hour at e`en,
My arms about my dearie, O,
An` warl`ly cares an` warl`ly men
May a` gae tapsalteerie, O!

For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,
Ye`re nought but senseless asses, O;
The wisest man the warl` 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 tried on man,
An` then she made the lasses, O.
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