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Green grow the rashes, O
Quote byRobert Burns · 1759–1796
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Green Grow the Rashes, O, chorus (1787).
English (original)
Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend Are spent among the lasses, O.
— Robert Burns
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I'm truly sorry Man's dominion Has broken Nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle, At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, An' fellow-mortal!
All in this mottie, misty clime, I backward mus'd on wasted time, How I had spent my youthfu' prime An' done nae-thing, But stringing blethers up to rhyme For fools to sing.
Gin a body meet a body Comin thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry?
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, O what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee, Wi' murd'ring pattle!
The best laid schemes o' mice and men Gang aft a-gley; And leave us naught but grief and pain For promised joy.
When chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare.