Eddi Reader
Eddi Reader
Eddi Reader
Eddi Reader
Eddi Reader
Eddi Reader
Eddi Reader
Eddi Reader
Eddi Reader
Eddi Reader
Eddi Reader
There’s nought but care on every hand
In every hour that passes, o
What signifies the worth of man
And ’twas 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 among the lasses, o
The worldy race may riches chase
And riches still may fly them, o
When last they catch them fast
Their hearts can ne’er enjoy them, o
Green grow the rashes, o
Green grow the rashes, o
The sweetest hours that e’er I spent
Were spent among the lasses, o
But gie me a canny hour at e’en
My arms about my dearie, o
And worldly cares, and worldly men
May all gae tapsalteerie, o
For you sae douse, ye sneer at this
You’re nought but senseless asses, o
The wisest man the world e’re saw
He dearly loved the lasses, o
Old nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, o
Her prentice hand she tried on man
And then she made the lasses, o
Green grow the rashes, o
Green grow the rashes, o
The sweetest hours that e’er I spent
Were spent among the lasses, o
Green grow the rashes, o
Green grow the rashes, o
The sweetest hours that e’er I spent
Were spent among the lasses, o
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