Lyrics of 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.