Green grow the rashes, O by ross 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 the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O. The warly 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 the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O. But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my Dearie, O; An' warly cares an' warly men, May a' gae tapsalteerie, O! Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O. For you sae douse, ye sneer at this, Ye're nought but senseless asses, O; The wisest Man the warl' saw, He dearly lov'd the lasses, O. Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O. 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 the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O.