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.
The warly° 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.
But gie me a canny° hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, O;
And' warly cares, an' warly men,
May a' gae tapsalteerie,° O!
The wisest man° the warl' saw,
He dearly loved the lasses, O.
Auld nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O:
Her prentice han' she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.
rashes: tall grasses or rushes;
An': if; warly: worldly; canny: pleasant;
tapsalteerie: topsy turvy;
wisest man: King Solomon who had many wives