He then builds the song up to a gradual climax of extravagance and ends with a deft compliment to the lasses. Green grow the rashes, O! Gree Grow The Rashes, O Owerwird Gree grew the rashes, O; This Scotland-relatit airticle is a stub.Ye can help Wikipaedia bi expandin it This affinity for women constitutes the theme of his lyrics to the song Green Grow the Rashes, a potential euphemism if ever one existed given the theme of The Fornicator. One is one and all alone Green grow the rashes, O, ⁠ Green grow the rashes, O, The lassies they hae wimble-bores, ⁠ The widows they hae gashes, O. O wat ye ought o' fisher Meg, ⁠ And how she trow'd the wabster, O, She loot me see her carrot c—t, ⁠ And sell'd it for a labster, O. The Scots' marching song was the folk-tune 'Green Grow the Rashes O' and that is why Santa Ana's army and finally the whole of Mexico called the Americans Gringos." Lyrics. It seems the air is an old one and has appeared in different lyrical versions. 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… Green grow the rashes, O! Lyrics. Earlier, Burns had written the masterpiece known to all the world, one of the two songs contributed to the first volume of The Scots Musical Museum [1787]. Green Grow the Rushes Oh Music and lyrics traditional I'll sing you one-o Green grow the rushes-o What is your one-o? Green Grow The Rashes, O Chorus Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent among the lasses, O. Chorus Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I [spend] 1, Are spent amang the lasses, O.There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o' man If 'twere na for the lasses, O. Gree grew the rashes, O (or "Green grew the rashes, O") is a poem bi Robert Burns, aboot the rashes an their beauty o whit he wis amoureus (in luv).. 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? 1. It is cumulative in structure, with each verse built up from the previous one by appending a new stanza. Green Grow The Rashes O' Robert Burns. 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 The lyrics are here, and you can hear Patsy singing it, … There's nought but care on every hand, In every hour that passes, O: What signifies the life of man, If it were not for the lasses, O. Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The lasses they hae wimble bores, The widows they hae gashes, O. The first verse is: I'll sing you one, O Green grow the rushes, O What is your one, O? Green grow the rashes, O Green grow the rashes, O The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent amang the lasses, O. One is one and all alone And ever more shall be so. Though most of the lyrics of this song are attributed to Burns, I read somewhere that it was first published in a collection entitled 'The Ballad-Book' (Edinburgh 1824). Green grow the rushes-o, cherries in the winter road, The sweetest kiss I ever got was down in Bruley brushes-o." The song is not to be confused with Robert Burns's similarly titled "Green Grow the Rashes" nor with the Altan song of the same name. The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O! Green grow the rashes , O; Dm7 Green grow the rashes , O; F C The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Dm7 F F - G7 Are spent among the lasses, O. "Green grow the rushes-o, cherries in the winter road, The sweetest kiss I ever got was down in Bruley brushes-o.