Green Grow the Rashes O - Eddi Reader

There’s nought but care on every hand

In every hour that passes, o

What signifies the worth of man

And 'twas 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 among the lasses, o

The worldy race may riches chase

And riches still may fly them, o

When 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 among the lasses, o

But gie me a canny hour at e’en

My arms about my dearie, o

And worldly cares, and worldly men

May all gae tapsalteerie, o

For you sae douse, ye sneer at this

You’re nought but senseless asses, o

The wisest man the world e’re saw

He dearly loved the lasses, o

Old nature swears, the lovely dears

Her noblest work she classes, o

Her prentice hand she tried on man

And then she made the lasses, o

Green grow the rashes, o

Green grow the rashes, o

The sweetest hours that e’er I spent

Were spent among the lasses, o

Green grow the rashes, o

Green grow the rashes, o

The sweetest hours that e’er I spent

Were spent among the lasses, o

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