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 sits 6 12 18 24 2 put cupboard 3 mouth 4 endure 5 full 6 fresh 9 bent 10 7 right sore to endure 8 grandfather's quickly 11 share 12 15 huzzy lease 13 mad as a hare 30 36 42 GREEN GROW THE RASHES CHORUS. Green grow the rashes, O! Green grow the rashes, O! The sweetest hours that e'er I spend There's nought but care on ev'ry han', An 'twere na for the lasses, O? But gie me a cannie9 hour at e'en, For you sae douce," ye sneer at this; Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears 5 |