Lyrics

Green Grow the Rushes

Words: Robert Burns (1759-1796)
Arr: Steven Reese (BMI)

There’s not but care on every hand
In every hour that passes, oh
That signifies the life of man
Were not for the lassies, oh

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Green grow the Rushes, oh
Green grow the rushes, oh
The sweetest hours that ever I spent
Were spent among the lassies, oh

The worldly race may riches chase
And riches still may fly them, oh
But when at last they catch them fast
Their hearts may never enjoy them, oh

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Give me a quiet hour at evening
My arms around my dearie, oh
And worldly cares and worldly men
May all go topsy-turvy, oh

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If you’re so grave you sneer at this
You’re not but senseless asses, oh
The wisest man the world ever saw
He dearly loved the lassies, oh

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