Song Description

A contemporary adapted version of a tradtional Robert Burns song celebrating women

Lyrics

The Lasses
(D. Leask & R. Burns)

Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours I ever spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O.

There's nought but care on every han',
In every hour that passes, O;
What signifies the life o' man,
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.

But give me a canny hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, O;
An' warly cares an' warly men,
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!

For you sae douse, ye sneer at this,
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O;
The wisest man the world saw,
He dearly loved the lasses, O.
Green grow, etc

Auld nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O;
Her apprentice hand she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.

Green Grow The Rushes O'


Green grow the rushes, O;
Green grow the rushes, O;
The sweetest hours that I ever spend,
Are spent among the lassies, O.

There is nought but care on every hand,
In every hour that passes, O:
What signifies the life of man,
And it were not for the lassies, 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 never enjoy them, O.

But give me a quiet evening hour
My arms about my dearie, O,
And worldly cares and worldly men
May all go tapselteerie, O!

For you so grave, you sneer at this;
You are noubt but senseless asses, O;
The wisest man the world saw,
Dearly loved the lassies, O.

Old Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O:
Her apprentice hand she tried on man,
And then she made the lassies, O.