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.