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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 De-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Writer(s): Robert Burns, Eddi Reader, Douglas Menzies Maclean, Robert (dp) Burns Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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