“Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend
Are spent among the lasses, O.”

—  Robert Burns, Green Grow the Rashes

Green Grow the Rashes, O, chorus (1787)

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Scottish poet and lyricist 1759–1796

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