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T: Green Grow the Rashes
C: words: Robert Burns
B: 101 Songs, Athole
S: page in Concord Slow Scottish Session collection, transcribed by Barbara McOwen
R: strathspey
Z: 2015 John Chambers <jc:trillian.mit.edu>
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W: Ch. Green grow the rashes, O              Green grow the rashes, O
W:     The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent among the lasses, O
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W: 1. There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In every hour that passes, O
W:    What signifies the life o' man,        An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.
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W: 2. The warl'y race may riches chase,      An' riches still may fly them, O
W:    An' tho' at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
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W: 3. But gie me a cannie hour at e'en,      My arms about my dearie, O,
W:    An' warl'y cares an' war'ly men        May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
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W: 4. For you sae douce, ye sneer at this    Ye're nought but senseless asses, O
W:    The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,     He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
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W: 5. Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears   Her noblest work she classes, O
W:    Her prentice han' she try'd on man,    An' then she made the lasses, O.
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