Chor. – Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend,
Are spent amangthe 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 nafor 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 gieme a canniehour at e’en,
My arms about my dearie, O;
An’ war’ly cares, an’ war’ly men,
May a’gaetapsalteerie, O!
Green grow, &c.
For you saedouce, ye sneer at this;
Ye’re nought butsenseless asses, O:
The wisest man the warl’e’ersaw,
He dearly lov’d the lasses, O.
Green grow, &c.
AuldNature 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.