Lyrics:
There's not but care on every handIn every hour that passes ohWhat signifies the life of manIf it were not for the lassies ohGreen grow the rushes ohGreen grow the rushes ohThe sweetest hours that e'er I spentAre spent among the lassies ohThe worldly race may riches chaseAnd riches still may fly them ohAnd though at last they catch them fastTheir hearts can ne'er enjoy them ohGreen grow the rushes ohGreen grow the rushes ohThe sweetest hours that e'er I spentAre spent among the lassies ohThe sweetest hours that e'er I spentAre spent among the lassies ohGreen grow the rushes ohGreen grow the rushes ohThe sweetest hours that e'er I spentAre spent among the lassies ohOld nature swears the lovley dearsHer noblest work she classes ohHer apprentice hand she tried on manThen she made the lassies ohGreen grow the rushes ohGreen grow the rushes ohThe sweetest hours that e'er I spentAre spent among the lassies ohGreen grow the rushes ohGreen grow the rushes ohThe sweetest hours that e'er I spentAre spent among the lassies ohAre spent among the lassies oh