Songtext von Green Are the Rashes

Green are the rashes, O; Green are the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent among the lasses, O. There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In every hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o' man, In hands of lasses, 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 cannot enjoy them, O. But give me cannie hour at night, My arms about my dearie, O, An' war'ly cares an' war'ly men May a' gae tapsalteerie, O! For you sae douce, ye sneer at this; Ye're nought but senseless asses, O; The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.