Green grow the rashes, O!
Green grow the rashes, O!
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O!
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Now spring has clad the grove in green,
And strew'd the lea wi' flowers;
The furrow'd, waving corn is seen
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BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves,
The primrose banks how fair;
The balmy gales awake the flowers,
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