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.