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here's not but care on every hand
In every hour that passes O
That signifies the life of man
T'were not for the lassies O
Chorus (after each verse):
Green grow the rushes O
Green grow the rushes O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Were spent among the lassies O
The worldly race may riches chase
And riches still may fly them O
When at last they catch them fast
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them O
Give me a quiet hour at e'en
My arms around my deary O
Warly cares and warly men
May a gae topsy turvey O
For you so grave ye sneer at this
Ye're not but senseless asses O
The wisest man the world e'er saw
He dearly loved the lassies O
(Chorus 2x)
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