Poem by Robert Burns

“Green Grow the Rashes O…”

Green grow the rashes O,
         	Green grow the rashes O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend,
    	Are spent amang the lasses O!

There’s nought but care on ev’ry han’,
  	In ev’ry hour that passes O;
What signifies the life o’ man,
  	An’ ’twere us for 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 douce, 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 han’ she tried on man,
  	An’ then she made the lasses O.

1. Here’s His Health in Water!
2. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary
3. To the Same
4. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
5. My Chloris

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