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GREEN GROW THE RASHES.
BURNS.
TuKE — Grant's Strathspey.
There's nought but care on every hand,
In every hour that passes, O ;
What signifies the life o' man.
An 'tvi^ere na for the lasses, O ?
Green grow the rashes, O,
Green grow the rashes, O :
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Were spent amang the lasses, O.
The warly race may riches chase,
And riches still may fly them, O ;
And though at last they catch them fast.
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O !
Gie me a canny hour at een.
My arms about my dearie, O ;
And warly cares, and warly men,
May a' gang tapsalteirie, O I
For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O ;
The wisest man the warld e'er saw,
He dearly lo'ed the lasses, O I
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest works she classes, O ;
Her 'prentice-hand she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses, O.*
* There is an old rude song to this air, having the same owerword.
I subjoin, by way of curiosity, a German translation of this favourite
Scottish song, which has been handed to me by a friend.
GREEN GROW THE RASHES.
BURNS.
TuKE — Grant's Strathspey.
There's nought but care on every hand,
In every hour that passes, O ;
What signifies the life o' man.
An 'tvi^ere na for the lasses, O ?
Green grow the rashes, O,
Green grow the rashes, O :
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Were spent amang the lasses, O.
The warly race may riches chase,
And riches still may fly them, O ;
And though at last they catch them fast.
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O !
Gie me a canny hour at een.
My arms about my dearie, O ;
And warly cares, and warly men,
May a' gang tapsalteirie, O I
For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O ;
The wisest man the warld e'er saw,
He dearly lo'ed the lasses, O I
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest works she classes, O ;
Her 'prentice-hand she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses, O.*
* There is an old rude song to this air, having the same owerword.
I subjoin, by way of curiosity, a German translation of this favourite
Scottish song, which has been handed to me by a friend.
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Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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