Trained but yet savage, in her speaking face The vice implanted in her youthful breast: On ragged rug, just borrowed from the bed, Of vigour palsied and of beauty stained; 171 Cursing his tardy aid her mother there With gipsy-state engrossed the only chair; Solemn and dull her look; with such she stands, And reads the milk-maid's fortune in her hands, Tracing the lines of life; assumed through years, Each feature now the steady falsehood wears; With hard and savage eye she views the food, And grudging pinches their intruding brood; Last in the group, the worn-out grandsire 6 12 9 30 36 GREEN GROW THE RASHES CHORUS. Green grow the rashes, O! The sweetest hours that e'er I spend Are spent amang the lasses, O. There's nought but care on ev'ry han', The war'ly race may riches chase, But gie me a cannie hour at e'en, For you sae douce," ye sneer at this; Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears 2 5 10 20 1 easily aqua fontis water from the spring ticklish make praise such 7 which worldly quiet topsy-turvy solemn 10 11 |