Green grow the rashes, oh
The sweetest vow that I ever spent
I spent among the lasses, oh
There's naught but care on every hand,
In every hour that passes,
That signifies the life of man,
And we're not for the lasses, O.
A wily race may riches chase,
And riches may still fly them o 'er,
And though at last they catch them fast
Their hearts can yet enjoy them all
Green grow the rashes, oh
Green grow the rashes, oh
The sweetest hours that I ever spent
Are spent among the lasses, oh
Give me a canny, I'll redeem
My arms around my dearie -o
May a gate have so teary -o
For you say, deuce, is neareth this
You're naught but senseless as is o 'er
The wisest man the world ever saw
Who dearly loved the lassies o 'er
Green grow the rashes o 'er
Green grow the rashes o 'er
The sweetest hours that I ever spent
Were spent among the lassies o 'er
Oh, nature swears the lovely dears
The noblest work she classes,
Apprentice hand she tried on man
Then she made the lasses, oh
The sweetest thought that I ever spent
Spent among the lasses, oh
Spent among the lasses, oh
