Green Grows the Rashes/Green Grow the Rashes O
GREEN GROW THE RASHES, O.
There nought but care on every hand,
In every hour that passes, O.
What signifies the life o' man
And 'twere na for the lasses, O
Green grow the rashes, O,
Green grow the rashes, O,
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent,
I spent amang the lasses, O.
The warldly race may rich chase,
And riches still may flee them, O
And though at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
But give me a caunle hour at een,
My arms about my dearie O
And warldly cares and warldly men,
May s' gae tapsalteerie O.
For you see douse, who sneer at this,
Ye're neught but silly asses, O;
The wisest man the world e'er saw,
He dearly lo'ed the lasses, O.
Auld Nature sweats the lovely dears,
Her noblest work she classes, O,
Her 'prentice hand she tried on man,
And then she made the lastes, O.