Collection of Irish Song Lyrics
Green Grow the Rashes O
There's nocht but care on every hand
In every hour that passes O'
That signifies the worth o' man
If 'twerna for the lasses O'
CHORUS
Green grow the rashes O'
Green grow the rashes O'
The sweetest hours that e're I spent
I've spent among the lasses O'
The wordly race that riches chase
And riches still may fly them O'
And tho the last they catch them fast
their hearts can ne're enjoy them O'
CHORUS
Give me a canty hour at e'en
My arms around my dearie O'
And worldly cares and worldly wares
Can all gang tapsalteerie O'
CHORUS
Oul nature swears her lovely dears
Her noblest art she flies them Oh
Her 'prenticed hand she tried on man
Ah but then she made the lasses oh
nocht-nothing
canty-pleasant
e'en-evening
gang-go
tapsalteerie-topsy turvy
