Green Grow the Rashes

[whifling]

I just listened to Michael Marra singing 'Green Grow the Rashes O' by Robert Burns on Youtube and it's got me all teary eyed, not just from the words but from the sentiment behind them. I'm so used to being told I'm second best because I'm a girl. That men are just better and women are a bit crap in comparison. It's always said jokingly but I never realised how much it upset me until I listened to this song and started crying because of what he's saying. It's really beautiful that a man would be so complimentary about women.

The last verse is especially moving because I grew up listening to how Eve was made from Adam's rib and was only there to serve him and wasn't as important. But this says the opposite and I've never heard that before.

It's made me sad to realize what I've believed all this time but also happy that there was someone who believed we were worth something in our own right.

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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.
1.
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.
2.
The war'ly 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.
3.
But gie me a cannie hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, O,
An' war'ly cares an' war'ly men
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
4.
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.
5.
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.