Green grow the rushes
Green grow the rushes
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There�s naught but care on every hand In ever hour that passes, O What signifies the life of man If it were not for the lassies, O Chorus Green grow the rushes, O Green grow the rushes, O The sweetest hours that e�er I spent Are spent among the lassies, O The worldly race may riches chase And riches still may fly them, O And though at last they catch them fast Their hearts can ne�er enjoy them, O Chorus Give me a cannie hour at e�en My arms around me dearie, O The wisest man the world e�er saw He dearly loved the lassies, O Chorus Old nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O Her apprentice hand she tried on man And then she made the lassies, O Chorus Green grow the rushes Green grow the rushes This page has been viewed 11326 times |
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