Green Grow the Rushes

There's naught but care on every hand

In every hour that passes oh

What signifies the life of man

If it were not for the lassies oh

Chorus (after each verse):

Green grow the rushes oh

Green grow the rushes oh

The sweetest hours that ever I spent

Are spent among the lassies oh

The worldly race may riches chase

And riches still may fly them oh

And though at last they catch them fast

Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them oh

Give me a cannie hour at e'en

My arms around my dearie oh

The wisest man the world e'er saw

He dearly loved the lassies oh

Old nature swears the lovely dears

Her noblest work she classes oh

Her apprentice hand she tried on man

Then she made the lassies oh

Green grow the rushes

Green grow the rushes