Dougie Maclean: "Green Grow The Rashes"

green grow the rashes o
green grow the rashes o
the sweetest hours
that ever i spend
are spent among the lasses o

there's nought but care
on every hand
in every hour that passes o
what signifies the life of man
if it were not for the lasses o

green grow the rashes o
green grow the rashes o
the sweetest hours
that ever i spend
are spent among the lasses o

the wordly race
may riches chase
and riches still
may fly them o
and though at last
they catch them fast
their hearts can never
enjoy them o

green grow the rashes o
green grow the rashes o
the sweetest hours
that ever i spend
are spent among the lasses o

but give me a quiet hour
at evening
my arms about my dearie o
and worldly cares
and worldly men
may all go topsy-turvy o

green grow the rashes o
green grow the rashes o
the sweetest hours
that ever i spend
are spent among the lasses o

for you so grave
you sneer at this
you're nought but
senseless asses o
the wisest man
the world ever saw
he dearly loved the lasses o

green grow the rashes o
green grow the rashes o
the sweetest hours
that ever i spend
are spent among the lasses o

old Nature swears
the lovely dears
Her noblest work
she classes o
Her apprentice hand
she tried on man
and then she made
the lasses o

green grow the rashes o
green grow the rashes o
the sweetest hours
that ever i spend
are spent among the lasses o

--robert burns



(glimpses of last year's garden)