The sweetest hours that e’er I spent,
Were spent amang the lasses, O!
The warly race may riches chase,
And riches still may flee thee, O!
And when at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne’er enjoy them, O!
Green grow the rashes, O!
Green grow the rashes, O!
The sweetest hours that e’er I spent,
Were spent amang the lasses, O!