Chords

Capo at 5th Fret

 Verse

 
There's nought but care on every hand

       In every hour that passes, O:

                                     What signifies the life of man,

                                                        -         If it were not for the lasses, O.
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Green grow the rashes , O;


    Green grow the rashes , O;

                                                  The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,

                                                     -         Are spent among the lasses, O. 

Lyrics

There's nought but care on every hand,
In every hour that passes, O:
What signifies the life of man,
If it were not for the lasses, 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.

The worldly race may riches chase, -
And riches still may fly them, O;
And though 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 among the lasses, O.

Give me a cannie hour at e'en ,
My arms about my dearie, O;
And worldly cares and worldly 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 among the lasses, O.

For you sae douce , ye sneer at this;
You're nought but senseless asses, O:
The wisest man the world e'er saw ,
He dearly loved the lasses, 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.

Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O:
Her prentice hans 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 spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O.