Song—Green Grow the Rashes

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.
Song—Green Grow the Rashes

by Robert Burns, 1783
