Green Grow The Rashes, O!

There's nought but care on ev'ry han'
In ev'ry hour that passes, O
What signifies the life o' man
An 'twer 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 wardly race may riches chase
An' riches still may fly them, O
An' though at last they catch them fast
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O
Green grow etc.
Gie me a cannie hour at e'en
My arms about my dearie, O
An' wardly cares, an' wardly men
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O
Green grow etc.