Green Grow the Rashes, O Lyrics – Ewan MacColl

There’s nought but care on ev’ry han’
What signifies the life o’ man
An’ ’twere na for the lasses, O
Green grow the rashes, O;

Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend
Are spent amang the lassies, O
The war’ly race may riches chase

An’ riches still may fly them, O;
An’ tho’ 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 amang the lassies, O
But gie me a cannie hour at e’en

My arms about my dearie, O;
An’ war’ly cares, an’ war’ly men
May a’ gae tapsalteerie, O!
Green grow the rashes, O;

Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend
Are spent amang the lassies, O
For you sae douce, ye sneer at this;

The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw
He dearly lov’d the lasses, O
Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;

The sweetest hours that e’er I spend
Are spent amang the lassies, O
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her prentice han’ she try’d on man

An’ then she made the lasses, O
Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend

Are spent amang the lassies, O
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Ewan MacColl Lyrics – Green Grow the Rashes, O

Ewan MacColl

Green Grow the Rashes, O