Lyrics:

there's nought but care on every hand
in every hour that passes o
what signifies the worth o' man
and 'twer na for the lasses 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
the wardly race may riches chase
and riches still may fly them o
when at last they catch them fast
their hearts can ne'er enjoy them o
gie me a cannie hour at e'en
my arms about my dearie o
and wardly cares and wardly men
can no' gae tapsalteerie o