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 The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,

Are spent among the lasses, O.

warly race may riches chase,

An’ riches still may flee them, O;

tho‘ at last they catch them fast,

Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.

Green grow, &c.

t gie me a canny hour at e'en,

My arms around my dearie, O;

hen warly cares an‘ warly men,

May a‘ gae tapsalteerie, O.

Green grow, &c.

r you sae douse, ye sneer at this

Ye're nought but senseless asses, O;

wisest man the warl e'er saw,

He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.

Green grow, &ca

ld Nature swears, the lovely dears

Her noblest work she classes, O;

prentice han' she try'd on man,

An' then she made the lasses, O,

Green grow, &c.