Dougie MacLean – Green Grow The Rashes, O

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Dunblane’s Dougie MacLean renders the Robert Burns poem “Green Grow The Rashes O” in song. MacLean’s voice folds itself in and out of the melodies in his guitar, a curiously perfect pairing. He’s a particular favorite of mine, among which this is one of his standouts.

There’s nought but care on every hand
In every hour that passes o
What signifies the worth o’ man
And ‘twer na for the lasses o

Green grow the rashes o
Green grow the rashes o
The sweetest hours that e’er i spent
Were spent amang the lasses o

The wardly race may riches chase
And riches still may fly them o
When at last they catch them fast
Their hearts can ne’er enjoy them o

Green grow the rashes o
Green grow the rashes o
The sweetest hours that e’er i spent
Were spent amang the lasses o

Gie me a cannie hour at e’en
My arms about my dearie o
And wardly cares and wardly men
Can no’ gae tapsalteerie o

Green grow the rashes o
Green grow the rashes o
The sweetest hours that e’er i spent
Were spent amang the lasses o

I couldn’t find the studio version to link here, but this live recording from 2008’s Clunie Concerts does the job. The response of the audience is typical. You quickly realize how universal Burns is, respect how easily his words form in the mouth of the crowd…

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