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There's nought but care on every hand |
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In every hour that passes o |
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What signifies the worth o' man |
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And 'twer na for the lasses o |
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Green grow the rashes o |
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Green grow the rashes o |
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The sweetest hours that e'er i spent |
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Were spent amang the lasses o |
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The wardly race may riches chase |
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And riches still may fly them o |
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When at last they catch them fast |
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Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them o |
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Green grow the rashes o |
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Green grow the rashes o |
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The sweetest hours that e'er i spent |
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Were spent amang the lasses o |
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Gie me a cannie hour at e'en |
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My arms about my dearie o |
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And wardly cares and wardly men |
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Can no' gae tapsalteerie o |
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Green grow the rashes o |
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Green grow the rashes o |
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The sweetest hours that e'er i spent |
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Were spent amang the lasses o |
