Green Grow the Rushes O

Green Grow the Rushes O
By Robert Burns
There’s no but care on every hand
In every hour that passes oh
That signifies the life of man
and twere not for the lassies oh
-Chorus-
Green grow the rushes oh
Green grow the rushes oh
The sweetest hours that e’re I spent
Were spent among the lassies oh
The wordly race may riches chase
And riches still may fly them oh
And when at last they catch them fast
Their hearts can ne’er enjoy them oh
-Chorus-
Give me a quiet hour at e’en
My arms around my dearie oh
And warly cares and warly men
May a gae topsy-turvy oh
-Chorus-
For you so grave you sneer at this
You’re no but senseless asses oh
The wisest man the world e’er saw
Dearly loved the lassies oh

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