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A few landscapes in the western world are more bewitching than the Scottish sights with its lochs, mountain glens, enchanted forests, infinite sky and scattered Islands. The beauty of our region, its tumultuous history and the musical and poetic nature of its people has produced a remarkable heritage.

We are moved to protect all of this and restore it as much as we can. 

 

The following verses are "Green Grow the Rashes O", composed by Robert Burns: the gentle incantations by the Scottish most famous bard inspired us even more about preserving from greed the beauty of Nature, women and social empowering, therefore we choose Green Grow as a name to represent the Scottish identity.

 

Green Grow the Rashes O'

 

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words and music Robert Burns

 

There's naught but care on every hand, 

In every hour that passes, O! 

What signifies the life o' man, 

An' 'twere not for the lasses O?

 

Chorus: 

Green grow the rashes O! 

Green grow the rashes O! 

The sweetest hour that e'er I spent 

Were spent among the lasses O!

 

The war'ly race may riches chase, 

And riches may fly them, O! 

And tho at last they catch them fast, 

Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O!

 

But gie me a cannie hour at e'en 

My arms about my dearie, O! 

And war'ly cares and worldly men, 

May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!

 

For you sae douce wha sneer at this, 

Ye're not but senseless asses, O! 

The wisest man the world e'er saw, 

He dearly loved the lasses, O!

 

Auld Nature swears the lovely dears, 

Her noblest work she classes, O! 

Her prentice hand she tried on man, 

And then she made the lasses, O!