Lyrics
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