Robert Burns - Green grow the rashes o michael marra

T^Chere's nought but care on ev'ry han', ^DmIn ev'ry hour that passes, O; What ^Fsignifies the l^Cife o' man, A^Dmn' 'twere na for the ^Flasses, O.

^C Green grow the rashes, O; ^DmGreen grow the rashes, O; The s^Fweetest hours that e'^Cer I spend, A^Dmre spent amang the ^Flasses, O.

^CThe warly race may riches chase, ^DmAn' riches still may fly them, O; An' t^Fho' at last they ca^Ctch them fast, T^Dmheir hearts can ne'er^F enjoy them, O.

^C Green grow the rashes, O; ^DmGreen grow the rashes, O; The s^Fweetest hours that e'^Cer I spend, A^Dmre spent amang the l^Fasses, O.

^CBut gie me a canny hour at e'en, ^DmMy arms about my Dearie, O; An' w^Farly cares an' ^Cwarly men, M^Dmay a' gae tapsalte^Ferie, O!

^C Green grow the rashes, O; ^DmGreen grow the rashes, O; The s^Fweetest hours that e^C'er I spend, A^Dmre spent amang the ^Flasses, O. ^CFor you sae douse, ye sneer at this, ^DmYe're nought but senseless asses, O; The w^Fisest Man the w^Carl' e'er saw, H^Dme dearly lov'd the l^Fasses, O.

^C Green grow the rashes, O; ^DmGreen grow the rashes, O; The s^Fweetest hours that e'^Cer I spend, A^Dmre spent amang the l^Fasses, O.

^CAuld Nature swears, the lovely Dears ^DmHer noblest work she classes, O; Her p^Frentice han' she try^C'd on man, A^Dmn' then she made the^F lasses, O.

^C Green grow the rashes, O; ^DmGreen grow the rashes, O; The s^Fweetest hours that ^Ce'er I spend, A^Dmre spent amang the l^Fasses, O.