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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. III. The Eighteenth Century: Addison to Blake
Green Grow the Rashes. A Fragment
By Robert Burns (1759–1796)
GREEN grow the rashes, O;
  Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend,
  Are spent among the lasses, O!
There ’s nought but care on ev’ry han’,        5
  In ev’ry hour that passes, O;
What signifies the life o’ man,
  An’ ’twere na for the lasses, O.
The warly 1 race may riches chase,
  An’ riches still may fly them, O;        10
An’ tho’ at last they catch them fast,
  Their hearts can ne’er enjoy them, O.
But gie me a cannie hour at e’en,
  My arms about my dearie, O;
An’ warly cares, an’ warly men,        15
  May a’ gae tapsalteerie, 2 O!
For you sae douce, 3 ye sneer at this,
  Ye ’re nought but senseless asses, O;
The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw,
  He dearly lov’d the lasses, O.        20
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
  Her noblest work she classes, O;
Her ’prentice han’ she tried on man,
  An’ then she made the lasses, O.
Note 1. worldly. [back]
Note 2. topsy turvy. [back]
Note 3. sober, serious. [back]

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