there s no but care on every hand in every hour that passes oh that signifies the life of man and twere not for the lassies oh green grow the rushes oh green grow the rushes oh the sweetest hours that e re i spent were spent among the lassies oh the wordly race may riches chase and riches still may fly them oh and when at last they catch them fast their hearts can ne er enjoy them oh green grow the rushes oh green grow the rushes oh the sweetest hours that e re i spent were spent among the lassies oh give me a quiet hour at e en my arms around my dearie oh and warly cares and warly men may a gae topsy turvy oh green grow the rushes oh green grow the rushes oh the sweetest hours that e re i spent were spent among the lassies oh for you so grave you sneer at this you re no but senseless asses oh the wisest man the world e er saw dearly loved the lassies oh green grow the rushes oh green grow the rushes oh the sweetest hours that e re i spent were spent among the lassies oh
['celtic', 'irish folk']