Song—Green Grow The Rashes
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my arms about my dearie, o;
an' war'ly cares, an' war'ly men,
may a' gae tapsalteerie, o!
green gro;c.
for you sae douce, ye s this;
ye're nought but senseless asses, o:
the wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
he dearly lov'd the sses, o.
green gro;c.
auld nature swears, the lovely dears
her work she csses, o:
her prentice han' she try'd on man,
an' then she made the sses, o.
green gro;c.