Song—Green Grow The Rashes

    song—green grow the rashes
    a fragment
    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.