32. 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.

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