Altan Green Grow The Rushes
There's naught but care on every hand In every hour that passes O What signifies the life of man If it were not for the lassies O
Chorus (after each verse): Green grow the rushes O Green grow the rushes O The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent among the lassies O
The worldly race may riches chase And riches still may fly them O And though at last they catch them fast Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them O
Give me a cannie hour at e'en My arms around my dearie O The wisest man the world e'er saw He dearly loved the lassies O
Old nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes O Her apprentice hand she tried on man Then she made the lassies O
Green grow the rushes Green grow the rushes
