Green Grow The Rushes, O sing and play along

There's naught but care on ev'ry han' in ev'ry hour that passes,

O; what signifies that life o' man,

an' 'twere not for the lasses,

O? Green grow the rashes, O.

Green grow the rashes, O;

the sweetest hours that e'er I spend are spent among the lasses,

O. The worldly race may riches chase,

an' riches still may fly them,

O; an' though 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 spend are spent among the lasses,

O. Gie