Robert Burns - Green grow the rashes o

^CThere's nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'^Ery hour that passes, O; What ^Fsignifies the life o' man, ^C An' ^Am'twere na for ^Ethe lasses, O.

^C Green grow the rashes, O; Green ^Egrow the rashes, O; The s^Fweetest hours that e'er I sp^Cend, Are ^Amspent amang th^Ee lasses, O.

^CThe warly race may riches chase, An' ri^Eches still may fly them, O; An' t^Fho' at last they catch them ^Cfast, Thei^Amr hearts can n^Ee'er enjoy them, O.

^C Green grow the rashes, O; Green ^Egrow the rashes, O; The s^Fweetest hours that e'er I sp^Cend, Are ^Amspent amang th^Ee lasses, O.

My arm^Es about my Dearie, O; An' w^Farly cares an' warly men, ^C May ^Ama' gae tapsalt^Eeerie, O!

^C Green grow the rashes, O; Green ^Egrow the rashes, O; The s^Fweetest hours that e'er I sp^Cend, Are ^Amspent amang th^Ee lasses, O. ^CFor you sae douse, ye sneer at this, Ye're ^Enought but senseless asses, O; The w^Fisest Man the warl' saw, ^C He d^Amearly lov'd th^Ee lasses, O.

^C Green grow the rashes, O; Green ^Egrow the rashes, O; The s^Fweetest hours that e'er I sp^Cend, Are ^Amspent amang th^Ee lasses, O.

^CAuld Nature swears, the lovely Dears Her no^Eblest work she classes, O; Her p^Frentice han' she try'd on ma^Cn, An' ^Amthen she made ^Ethe lasses, O.

^C Green grow the rashes, O; Green ^Egrow the rashes, O; The s^Fweetest hours that e'er I sp^Cend, Are ^Amspent amang th^Ee lasses, O.