Songs by Robert Burns

Bob Hay & the Jolly Beggars song book

Green grow the rashes, O

Green grow the rashes, O; 
Green grow the rashes, O; 
     C                   G
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, 
     Am               Em
Are spent amang the lasses, O.

There's nought but care on ev'ry han', 
In ev'ry hour that passes, O; 
      C              G
What signifies the life o' man, 
      Am                Em
An' 'twere na for the lasses, O. 

The warly 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. 

For you sae douse, ye sneer at this, 
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O; 
The wisest Man the warl' saw, 
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O. 

In sober hours I am a priest
A hero when I'm tipsey-o
But I'm the king and everything
When wi' a wanton gypsy-o

Auld Nature swears, the lovely Dears 
Her noblest work she classes, O; 
Her prentice han' she try'd on man, 
An' then she made the lasses, O. 

Arrangement © 2004 Bob Hay (BMI). All Rights Reserved.