There's Nought But Care.

Tune - "Green grow the rashes." Chorus.         Green grow the rashes, O!             Green grow the rashes, O!         The sweetest hours that e'er I spend             Are spent amang the lasses, O. I.         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. II.         The warly race may riches chase,             An' riches still may fly them, O;         An' tho' at last they catch them fast,             Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O. III.         But gie me a canny hour at e'en,             My arms about my dearie, O;         An' warly cares, an' warly men,             May a' gae tapsalteerie, O. IV.         For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,             Ye're nought but senseless asses, O:         The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,             He dearly lov'd the lasses, O. V.         Auld Nature swears the lovely dears             Her noblest work she classes, O:         Her 'prentice han' she try'd on man,             An' then she made the lasses, O.                 Green grow the rashes, O!                     Green grow the rashes, O!                 The sweetest hours that e'er I spend                     Are spent amang the lasses, O.