Green are the rashes O;
Green are the rashes O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend
Are spent among the lasses O
Green are the rashes O;
Green are the rashes O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend
Are spent among the lasses O
There's nought but care on ev'ry han'
In every hour that passes O:
What signifies the life o' man
In hands of lasses O
The war'ly race may riches chase
An' riches still may fly them O;
An' tho' at last they catch them fast
Their hearts cannot enjoy them O
But give me cannie hour at night
My arms about my dearie O
An' war'ly cares an' war'ly men
May a' gae tapsalteerie O
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 are the rashes O;
Green are the rashes O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend
Are spent among the lasses O
Green are the rashes O;
Green are the rashes O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend
Are spent among the lasses O
