Green Growe The Rashes
Robert Burns’ tribute to women. Sung by Cameron Nixon.
Green Growe the Rashes
by Robert Burns
There’s nocht but care on every han ,
In every oor that passes, O:
What signifies the life o man,
An ’twerenae for the lasses, O.
Green growe the rashes, O;
Green growe the rashes, O;
The sweetest oors that e’er I spent,
Were spent amang the lasses, O.
The wardly race may riches chase, –
And riches still may fly them, O;
And tho at last they catch them fast,
Their herts can ne’er enjoy them, O.
Green growe the rashes, O;
Green growe the rashes, O;
The sweetest oors that e’er I spent,
Were spent amang the lasses, O.
Gie me a canty oor at e’en ,
My airms aboot my dearie, O;
And wardly cares, and wardly men,
Can aa gang tapsalteerie, O!
Green growe the rashes, O;
Green growe the rashes, O;
The sweetest oors that e’er I spent,
Were spent amang the lasses, O.
Auld Nature sweirs, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O:
Her prentice han’ she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses, O.
Green growe the rashes, O;
Green growe the rashes, O;
The sweetest oors that e’er I spent,
Were spent amang the lasses, O.