Green Grow the Rashes, O歌词

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.
But gie me a cannie hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie,
O; An' war'ly cares, an' war'ly men,
May a' gae tapsalteerie,
O! Green grow, &c.
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 grow, &c.
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, &c.