Dougie MacLean - Green Grow The Rashes
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efore Robert Burns

Green grow the rashes O,
Green grow the rashes O,
The feather-bed is no' sae saft
As a bed amang the rashes O.

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Green grow the rashes O,
Green grow the rashes O,
The feather-bed is no sae saft
As a bed amang the rashes O.

We're a' dry wi' drinkin' o't,
We're a' dry wi' drinkin' o't,
The parson kissed the fiddler's wife
And he couldna preach for thinkin' o't.
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The down bed, the feather-bed,
The bed amang the rashes O;
Yet a' the beds is no' sae saft
As the bellies o' the lasses O.
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Robert Burns

There's naught but care on ev'ry han',
In ev'ry hour that passes, O!
What signifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the lasses O?

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Green grow the rashes O!
Green grow the rashes O!
The sweetest hour that e'er I spent
Were spent among the lasses O!

Give me a cannie hour at e'en
My arms about my dearie, O!
An warldly cares and warldly men,
May a' gae tápsalteerie, O!
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For you sae douce wha sneer at this,
Ye're not but senseless asses, O!
The wisest man the warld e'er saw,
He dearly loved the lasses, O!
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Auld nature swears the lovely dears,
Her noblest word she classes; O!
Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O!
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