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.