Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  song—green grow the rashes
  a fragment
  chor.—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 han',
  in ev'ry hour that passes, o:
  what signifies the life o' man,
  an' 'twere na for the lasses, o.
  green grow, c.
  the war'ly race may riches chase,
  an' riches still may fly them, o;
  an' tho' at last they catch them fast,
  their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, o.
  green grow, c.
  but gie me a cannie hour at e'en,
  my arms about my dearie, o;
  an' war'ly cares, an' war'ly men,
  may a' gae tapsalteerie, o!
  green grow, c.
  for you sae douce, ye sneer at this;
  ye're nought but senseless asses, o:
  the wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
  he dearly lov'd the lasses, o.
  green grow, c.
  auld nature swears, the lovely dears
  her noblest work she classes, o:
  her prentice han' she try'd on man,
  an' then she made the lasses, o.
  green grow, c.