there’s nought but care on every hand
in every hour that passes, o
what signifies the worth of man
and ’twas na for the lasses, o
green grow the rashes, o
green grow the rashes, o
the sweetest hours that e’er I spent
were spent among the lasses, o
the worldy race may riches chase
and riches still may fly them, o
when last they catch them fast
their hearts can ne’er enjoy them, o
green grow the rashes, o
green grow the rashes, o
the sweetest hours that e’er I spent
were spent among the lasses, o
but gie me a canny hour at e’en
my arms about my dearie, o
and worldly cares, and worldly men
may all gae tapsalteerie, o
for you sae douse, ye sneer at this
you’re nought but senseless asses, o
the wisest man the world e’re saw
he dearly loved the lasses, o
old nature swears, the lovely dears
her noblest work she classes, o
her prentice hand she tried on man
and then she made the lasses, o
green grow the rashes, o
green grow the rashes, o
the sweetest hours that e’er I spent
were spent among the lasses, o
green grow the rashes, o
green grow the rashes, o
the sweetest hours that e’er I spent
were spent among the lasses, o
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