Green Grow the Rushes, O

Dance: "Trip to Tunbridge"
Song: "Green Grow the Rushes", Robert Burns

There's nought 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.
Chorus:        Green grow the rushes, O;
                    Green grow the rushes, O;
                    The fairest hours that e'er I spent,
                    Were spent among the lasses, O.

The warly race may riches chase,
An' riches still may fly them, O;
An' tho' at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.

But gie me a canny hour at e'en,
My arms about my Dearie, O;
An' warly cares an' warly men,
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!

For you sae dense, ye sneer at this,
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O;
The wisest Man the warl' saw,
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.

Auld Nature swears, the lovely Dears
Her noblest work she classes, O;
Her prentice hand she try'd on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.

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