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 dearsHer noblest work she classes, O:Her prentice han’ she try’d on man,An’ then she made the lasses, O.Green grow, &c.