On Sunday night we celebrated Burn's night. Haggis and whiskey and all the trimmings.
But today is Robert Burn's birthday, so I thought I'd put up a little tribute of my own - one of his first songs, dedicated to all the ladies of the world.
This comes from years and years ago when I recorded a cassette (that's how long ago it was!) of Scottish songs for my Dad's birthday. God, I sound very wee!
the player should pop up here -
Green Grow the Rushes
or click HERE
Green Grow the Rushes, by Robert Burns
There's nought but care on ev'ry han',
In ev'ry hour that passes, O;
What signifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.
Green grow, etc
Chorus
Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O.
The warly race may riches chase,
An' riches still may fly them, O;
An' tho' at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
Green grow, etc
But gie me a canny hour at e'en,
My arms about my Dearie, O;
An' warly cares an' warly men,
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
Green grow, etc
For you sae douse, ye sneer at this,
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O;
The wisest Man the warl' saw,
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
Green grow, etc
Auld Nature swears, the lovely Dears
Her noblest work she classes, O;
Her prentice han' she try'd on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.
Green grow, etc
