Green Grow The Rashes
Scottish Folk Song By Robert Burns
Green Grow The Rashes O (also known as Green Grow The Rushes O) is one of Robert Burns' earliest songs, originally without the final verse. It was song number 77 in the Scots Musical Museum vol 1 (1787). The first two lines of the chorus are taken from a version in Herd's 'Scots Songs', ii, p. 224, 1776, a song entitled "Green grows the Rashes".Green Grow the Rashes O was sung to a traditional Scottish tune, an early version of which appears in written record as "A dance. grein greus ye rasses" (A dance: Green grow the rashes) as early as the early 17th century (Straloch Lute manuscript, 1627-29). By the time Burns wrote his piece, the modern form of the tune was established and appeared in collections of music as (The) Grant's Rant, John Black's Daughter, Lucky Black's Daughter, Foot's Vagaries, and Green Grows the Rashes, and Burns himself refers to "the merry old tune of that name" (Green Grows the Rashes).
The tune appears in William MacGibbon in Book 1 of Scots Tunes 1742 as Green Grows the Rashes (to be played slow). Tunearch.org tells us that the tune was originally a rant but "in the transition the rant form was dropped and a strathspey rhythm was substituted, a not uncommon fate of rants [a rant typically has two sixteenth notes and an eighth note, usually occurring on the first beat of the bar - see the Gow and Stewart-Robertson versions]".
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Chorus
Green grow the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O
There's nought but care on ev'ry han',
In every hour that passes, O
What signifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.
Chorus
The warl'y 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.
Chorus
But gie me a cannie hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, O,
An' warl'y cares an' war'ly men
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
Chorus
For you sae douce, ye sneer at this
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
Chorus
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 The Rashes Song Video
Green Grow The Rashes Song - Information VideoAccording to Robert P. Irvine, Selected Poems and Songs By Robert Burns, Oxford University Press in Burns' time, the tune was mostly used for bawdy lyrics. The version in Herd's 'Scots Songs' 1776 includes the lines
Green grows the rashes--O,
The feather-bed is no sae saft
As a bed amang the rashes
We're a' dry wi' drinking o't,
We're a' dry wi' drinking o't,
The parson kist the fiddler's wife,
And he cou'd na preach for thinking o't.
Chorus
The down-bed, the feather-bed,
The bed amang the rashes--O;
Yet a' the beds is na sae saft
As the bellies o' the lasses--O
Chorus
The collection The Merry Muses of Caledonia (1799) had two other sets of much more ribald verses- one collected by Burns and the other probably devised by him. These are not the verses now preserved in the well-known song of Burns, Green Grow the Rashes O, which are a more decorous celebration of the pleasures of the flesh over materialism.
On BBC Radio Four's Desert Island Discs, Liz Lochead, Scotland's Makar, or National Poet of Scotland, 2011-16, chose Burns' Green Grow the Rashes O, sung by Michael Marra, as the piece of music she would save from the waves.
The Poetical Works And Letters Of Robert Burns, c. 1869
The Online Scots Dictionary Translate Scots To English.
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