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Green Grow The Rashes
All Instruments and Vocals: Douglas Milne
From the TwinkleTrax album "Scottish Children's Songs - 20 Traditional Celtic Lullabies And Children's Songs"
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Lyrics of "Green Grow The Rashes"
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There's nought but care on ev'ry han',
In every hour that passes, O
What signifies that life of man,
If 'twere not for the lasses, O.
The worldly 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 the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O,
Gie me a cannie hour at e'en,
My arms around my dearie, O,
An' wordly cares an' worldly men
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
And you sae douce, ye sneer at this
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O
The wisest man the world e'er saw,
He dearly loved the lasses, O.
Green grow the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O,
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O
Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.
Green grow the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O.
In every hour that passes, O
What signifies that life of man,
If 'twere not for the lasses, O.
The worldly 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 the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O,
Gie me a cannie hour at e'en,
My arms around my dearie, O,
An' wordly cares an' worldly men
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
And you sae douce, ye sneer at this
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O
The wisest man the world e'er saw,
He dearly loved the lasses, O.
Green grow the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O,
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O
Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.
Green grow the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O.