There's not but care on every hand
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In every hour that passes oh
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What signifies the life of man
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If it were not for the lassies oh
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Green grow the rushes oh
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Green grow the rushes oh
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The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
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Are spent among the lassies oh
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The worldly race may riches chase
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And riches still may fly them oh
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And though at last they catch them fast
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Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them oh
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Green grow the rushes oh
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Green grow the rushes oh
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The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
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Are spent among the lassies oh
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The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
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Are spent among the lassies oh
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Green grow the rushes oh
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Green grow the rushes oh
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The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
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Are spent among the lassies oh
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Old nature swears the lovley dears
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Her noblest work she classes oh
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Her apprentice hand she tried on man
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Then she made the lassies oh
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Green grow the rushes oh
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Green grow the rushes oh
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The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
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Are spent among the lassies oh
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Green grow the rushes oh
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Green grow the rushes oh
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The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
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Are spent among the lassies oh
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Are spent among the lassies oh
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Thanks to Kimberly
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Green Grow The Rushes O
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Celtic Woman |