Green Grow The Rashes - Dougie MacLean

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