Green Grow The Rashes, O

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