Could someone please help me identify the meter in this poem? It's by Robert Burns. Thank you so much! ChorusGreen grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent among the lasses, O. 1.There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In every hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o' man, An' 'twere na for the lasses, O. 2.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. 3.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! 4.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. 5.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.
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