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 nought but care on ev'ry han' , In ev'ry hour that passes ...

Green grow the rashes, O, Green grow the rashes, O, The lassies they hae wimble-bores, The widows they hae gashes, O. O wat ye ought o fisher Meg, And how she trow'd the Webster, O, She loot me ...