Robert Burns, 1784
|: 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',
2. The war'ly race may riches chase,
3. But gie me a cannie hour at e'en,|
My arms about my dearie, O;
An' war'ly cares, an' war'ly men,
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
4. For you sae douce, ye sneer at this;
5. Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
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