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GIlfeEN GROW THB RASHES, 0.
There's nought but care on every bend,
In every hour that puses* O.
What sigtiifi.s the life o‘mw
And 'twere na for the la«sei, O. j
Green grow the rashes, O,
Gr .Ni gtow the raihee. O,
The sweetest hours thn e'er I spent,
I .pint aa*Ang the lasses, O.
The wsrkly rt*ce may riches chase.
Ard rich s *till may fle-. them, O ;
Ano theug at last they citch them fast,
Their hearts can »e e: enjoy them, 0.
But gi’e me a casmle hour at eea,
My arms about my dearie O
And warlfllf cares and w&rl ily men,
May a' gar tspsalteerie O.
Bor you sae douse, wha sneer at thlsj
Ye’r - ‘Khigot but sidy asses. O;
The wisest <nair the world e'e. taw,
He dearly lo’ed the lasses, ,0.

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