Green grow the rashes O,
  Green grow the rashes O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend
  Are spent amang the lasses O!

There ’s naught but care on ev’ry han’,
  In every hour that passes O;
What signifies the life o’ man,
  An ’t were na for the lasses O?

The warly race may riches chase,
  An’ riches still may fly...