Green grow the rashes, o   [live, 2005-08-12]

Green grow the rashes, o

there’s nought but care on every hand
in every hour that passes, o-o-wo
what signifies the life of man
if it was na for the lasses, o

green grow the rashes, o
green grow the rashes, o-o-wo
the sweetest hours that e’er I spend
are spent among the lasses, o

the worldy race may riches chase
and riches still may fly them, o-o-wo
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 spend
are spent among the lasses, o

but gie me a canny hour at e’en
an’ my arms aboot my dearie, o
and worldly cares, and worldly men
may all gae tapsalteerie, o

– accordion melody with off-mike vocalise

for you sae douse, ye sneer at this
you’re nought but senseless asses, o-o-wo
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-o-wo
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 o-o-wo—
{green grow the rashes, o}
the sweetest hours that e’er I spent
were spent among the lasses, o, yeah

{vocalise}