from, Green Grow the Rashes
(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 ev'ry hand',
In ev'ry hour that passes, O:
What signifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.
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And nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O:
Her prentic han' she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.
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- Robert Burns