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Green Grow The Rushes lyrics

Celtic Woman

There's naught but care on every hand
In every hour that passes O
What signifies the life of man
If it were not for the lassies O

Green grow the rushes O
Green grow the rushes O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lassies O

The worldly race may riches chase
And riches still may fly them, O
And though at last they catch them fast
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O

Green grow the rushes, O
Green grow the rushes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lassies, O

The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lassies, O

Green grow the rushes, O
Green grow the rushes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lassies, O

Old nature swears the lovley dears
Her noblest work she classes, O
Her apprentice hand she tried on man
Then she made the lassies, O

Green grow the rushes, O
Green grow the rushes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lassies, O

Green grow the rushes, O
Green grow the rushes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lassies, O
Are spent among the lassies, O

Song Details

Celtic Woman
Celtic Woman

Lyrics: Robert Burns - Scottish poet and lyricist (25 Jan 1759 – 21 July 1796).

Earliest date of circulation: 1794 - also known as Green Grow The Rashes (title by Burns).

Brief: The happiest and most joyful times a man experiences in his life are those spent in the company of a woman or lassie. You can either travel the path of life motivated by power or money or travel a less stressful life following the strong impulses of nature.

Glossary:
naught - nothing (variant of nought)
e'er - ever
ne'er - never

Genre: Folk Song

Covers: Celtic Woman (featured), Cherish The Ladies, The Limeliters, Altan, Celtic Squall...

Album: Believe (Oct 11, 2013 - AU - Format: CD - Label: Manhattan).

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