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CHORUS
Green grows the Rashes O,
Green grow the Rashes O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend
Are spent among the lasses O.
The warly 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.
Green grow &c.
But gie me a canny hour at e'en
My arms about my deary O!
An' warly cares and warly mien;
May a gae tapsalteerie O!
Green grow &c,
For you sae douse 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,
Green Grow, &c,
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears
Her noblest works she classes O!
Her 'prentice han she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses O!
Green grow &c.
Michael Hancher
Department of English, University of Minnesota
URL: <http://umn.edu/home/mh/rashes.html>
Comments to: mh@umn.edu
Created 20 May 1997
Revised 25 June 1997