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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 the rashes, O;

 Green grow the rashes, O;

 The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,

 Are spent amang the lasses, O.

The warly 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 the rashes, O;

 Green grow the rashes, O;

 The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,

 Are spent amang the lasses, O.

But gie me a canny hour at e'en,

 My arms about my Dearie, O;

 An' warly cares an' warly men,

 May a' gae tapsalteerie, 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.

For you sae douse, ye sneer at this,

 Ye're nought but senseless asses, O;

 The wisest Man the warl' saw,

 He dearly lov'd 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.

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 the rashes, O;

 Green grow the rashes, O;

 The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,

 Are spent amang the lasses, O.