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.