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Chor. - Green grow the rashes, |
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O; Green grow the rashes, |
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O; The sweetest hours that e'er |
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I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, |
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O. There's nought but care on ev'ry han', |
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In ev'ry hour that passes, |
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O: What signifies the life o' man, |
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An' 'twere na for the lasses, |
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O. Green grow, &c. |
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The war'ly race may riches chase, |
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An' riches still may fly them, |
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O; An' tho' at last they catch them fast, |
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Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, |
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O. Green grow, &c. |
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But gie me a cannie hour at e'en, |
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My arms about my dearie, |
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O; An' war'ly cares, an' war'ly men, |
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May a' gae tapsalteerie, |
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O! Green grow, &c. |
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For you sae douce, ye sneer at this; |
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Ye're nought but senseless asses, |
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O: The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, |
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He dearly lov'd the lasses, |
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O. Green grow, &c. |
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Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears |
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Her noblest work she classes, |
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O: Her prentice han' she try'd on man, |
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An' then she made the lasses, |
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O. Green grow, &c. |
