There's not much care on every hand
And every hour that pa**es-oh
What signifies the life of man
If it were not for the la**es-oh Chorus:
Green grow the rashes-oh
Green grow the rashes-oh
The sweetest hours that 'ere I spent
I spent among the la**es-oh The worldly man may riches, chase
And riches still may find them-oh
But when at last he'll catch them fast
His heart can ne'er enjoy them-oh Chorus Oh nature wears the loveliest wares
Her noblest work she cla**es-oh
Her practiced hand she tried on man
And then, she made the la**es-oh Chorus Instrumental Interlude (fiddle) The down bed, the feather bed
The bed among the rashes-oh
The softest bed is ne'er so sweet as
The bellies of the la**es-oh Chorus Instrumental Interlude (guitar) And so their hours, I am afraid
Are hard when I am tipsy-oh
But I'm a king in everything
When with a wanton gypsy-oh Green grow the rashes-oh
Green grow the rashes-oh
I'm a king in everything
When with a wanton gypsy-oh Chorus