The Immortal Memory...

... well, it is that time of year again...

... so a heart-felt Happy Birthday goes out to Robert Burns... Rabbie, you magnificent bastard, cheers...

... even though you died long ago and are now crumpled into a musty heap somewhere, you still make me want to be a better man.... below is a poem for the lasses... and it's one of my most favorite... I've sung it many a time in the past... hell, I still sing it occasionally now... anyway, enjoy..

Green Grow The Rashes, a song by Robert Burns, 1783

Chor. - Green grow the rashes, O;
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',
In ev'ry hour that passes, O:
What signifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.
Green grow, &c.

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.
Green grow, &c.

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!
Green grow, &c.

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.
Green grow, &c.

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, &c.

... for further celebratory readings.. here is my post from a few years ago... and The Maximum Leader is weighing in too...