When first I came to Portugal my mind it was nae steady, where e'er I gaed, where e'er I rade, A mistress still I had ay; But when I came roun'by Cascais Not dreadin' anybody, My heart was caught before I thought and by a Portuguese Lady...

There's nought but care on eve'ry han',
In ev'ry hour that passes, O.
What signifies the life o' man,
An'twere na  for 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.
Green grow the rashes, O,
The lasses they hae wimble bores,
The windows they hae gashes O.
Green grow the rashes, O...

A song to a friend...