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.