An Laoidheadair Gaelic na ain spioradail

RABEART BURNS AMBARD DERIACH. ÌG7
I.
TIiere*s noiiglit biit care on every liand,
In ev'ry Iiour that passes, O ;
Wliat signifies the life of man
An 'twere not for the lasses, O ?
Green grow, &c.
II.
The warl'y race niay riches chase,
And riches stiU may iìee them, O ;
An* though at last they catch tlìem fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
Green grow, &c.
III.
But gi*e me an liour at e'en
My arms about my dearie, O
An warPy cares, an warl'y men,
May all gae tapsailteerie, O ?
Green grow, &c.
For you sae douse ye sneer at this,
Ye're nonght but senseless asses, O ;
The wisest man the warl saw
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
Green grow, &c.
Auld Nature swears, tlie lovely dears
Pler noblest works slie classes, O ;
Her prentìce han' she tryM on mnn,
And then she made the lasses, O.
Green grow, &c.
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