There's Nought But Care.

Tune - "Green grow the rashes."


Chorus.

    Green grow the rashes, O!
        Green grow the rashes, O!
    The sweetest hours that e'er I spend
        Are spent amang the lasses, O.

I.

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

II.

    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.

III.

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

IV.

    For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,
        Ye're nought but senseless asses, O:
    The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
        He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.

V.

    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.
            Green grow the rashes, O!
                Green grow the rashes, O!
            The sweetest hours that e'er I spend
                Are spent amang the lasses, O.