Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
II. Loves NatureGreene grow the rashes O
Robert Burns (17591796)G
Green grow the rashes O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend
Are spent amang the lasses O!
In every hour that passes O;
What signifies the life o’ man,
An ’t were na for the lasses O?
An’ riches still may fly them O;
An’ though at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne’er enjoy them O!
My arms about my dearie O,
An’ warly cares an’ warly men
May all gae tapsalteerie O!
Ye ’re naught but senseless asses O;
The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw
He dearly lo’ed the lasses O!
Her noblest work she classes O:
Her ’prentice han’ she tried on man,
An’ then she made the lasses O!