Green Grow the Rashes

	There's nought but care on every hand
	In every hour that passes o
	What signifies the worth o' man
	And 'twer na for the lasses o
	Green grow the rashes o
	Green grow the rashes o
	The sweetest hours that e'er i spent
	Were spent amang the lasses o
	The wardly race may riches chase
	And riches still may fly them o
	When 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 spent
	Were spent amang the lasses o
	Gie me a cannie hour at e'en
	My arms about my dearie o
	And wardly cares and wardly men
	Can no' gae tapsalteerie o
	Green grow the rashes o
	Green grow the rashes o
	The sweetest hours that e'er i spent
	Were spent amang the lasses o