song—green grow the rashes
a fragment
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.