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8 CHORUS

Green Grow the raſhes, O Green Grow the raſhes, O The ſweeteſt hour that ever ſpent Was ſprent amongſt the laſſes, O

The warl'y race may riches chac, An' riches still may ſee them, O An' tho' at last they catch them faſt, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O. Green grow, &c.

But gie me a canay hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O: An' warl'y cares an' warl'y men May a' gae tapſa lteerie, O, Green Grow, &c.

For you for douſe ye ſee at this, Ye're nought but ſenſeelſs aſſes O The wiſeſt man the warl e'er ſaw He dearly lov'd the laſſes O. Green grow, &c.

Auld nature fears the lovely dears He nobleſt work the class, Her prentice hand ſhe try on man, An' thent ſhe made the laſſ O. Green Grow, &c.

S.