Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.

This group may well close with his great hymn of general allegiance to
the sex.


GREEN GROW THE RASHES

Green grow the rashes, O,
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O!

There's nought but care on ev'ry han',
In ev'ry hour that passes, O;
What signifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.

The warly race may riches chase, [worldly]
An' riches still may fly them, O;
An' tho' at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.

But gie me a canny hour at e'en, [quiet]
My arms about my dearie, O;
An' warly cares, an' warly men,
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O! [upside-down]

For you sae douce, ye sneer at this, [sedate]
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O: